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She was so nervous that she kept counting her bags.
Silly really, only three.
Three whole bags of her belongings. She felt so rich.
Owen was nervous too.
He finally snatched up two of the bags and strode forward, hoping she would follow with the small one by her feet.
Tosh took the hint, scooping up the bag and running after him as he led her to his quarters.
Ianto turned away with Storm so she wouldn't see his tears for her. He wished them well.
Owen ushered her through the clinic to the living quarters out back.
She gasped as he went to the largest room and placed her bags on the large bed.
"I, um. I'm going to sleep in the other room, over there" Owen blustered, "You birds have need for more room so I'm sure you'll be happy in here."
Tosh looked at the large wardrobe that her meagre clothes were to rest in and blushed.
"Ah, Ianto explained to me about that too. I need to get you some more stuff. Some uniforms for when you help me in the clinic too." Owen said as he showed her the small bathroom, "If you are to be my assistant."
Tosh blinked and then looked at the bed again.
"I have feelings for you." Owen stated, "Ianto said to be straight up with you. You want honesty. I am attracted to you but I won't be the one to make the first move. I understand that."
Tosh sat on the bed as he left and looked around with shock.
Ianto had warned her too.
Warned her that Owen would be standoffish and might appear short or even rude when he was nervous.
But this room? So pretty.
The room was predominantly white with apple green accents that seemed to make it work so well with the stained wood.
She smoothed her hand over the crisp white linen and saw something peeking out from under a pillow. She hesitantly pulled.
It's her room, right?
A nightgown.
Apple green with gold thread vines surrounding white ribbon, forming roses across the bodice. Oh.
Tosh turned it over in her hands, feeling the silk and marveled in its beauty.
She reluctantly placed it back on the bed and opened the wardrobe to find a while silk kimono style robe hung with care, apple green accents to match the gown and small slippers peaked beneath, enough to reduce her to tears.
She had never owned anything so pretty. So opulent.
She knew they were her size just looking at them. She also knew Mistress Katie had been a tall woman, much larger that herself. No way these were hand-me-downs or cast offs.
Owen had purchased them for her.
Just for her.
Tosh hugged the silk robe and sniffled for a while, then brushed it back into line.
She hung her own clothes and looked at the bathroom, pleased to find the white/green theme continued. How could he have known her favorite colour was ….
She made a mental note to thank Ianto for his thoughtfulness in helping Owen.
Soap in a little dish smelt like jasmine, her favorite and she grinned some more.
Finally, Tosh was back by the bed, her bags unpacked and stowed away as she looked up with a small jump as there was a knock at the door.
"Hey" Ianto said softly as he entered, bringing a basket of food.
"You bad, bad man" she sobbed, "You helped him do this!"
"I only suggested. I can't help it if he ran with it" Ianto growled but the twinkle in his eyes were a balm.
"Come, let's have a picnic on your bed." Ianto placed the basket down and they did just that.
Owen joined them once he had closed the surgery for the evening and they were soon all laughing, the nervousness dissipated with the wine.
As Ianto declared himself tired and in need of a good milking, he bid them a good evening.
"He's not that full" Owen scoffed after he had shut the door, "They're not draining him."
"They're happy with solids now" she agreed, "He'll dry up soon, much to the big kid's dismay. Jack loves those boobs."
She realized what she had said and slapped her hand over her mouth as she giggled.
Owen just snorted.
"Yes, quite the boob himself, that Harkness!"
Her giggle filled the room, and his heart.