Gwen lay in bed, feeling as if she were alone, when she knew in fact she was not. She could hear his breathing beside her, in no way a relaxing sound. In fact, the noise gave Gwen a sense of panic. She knew what she had been doing was wrong, but she felt exhausted. Her guard was constantly down since she started with Torchwood. These people were her life now.
Together they watched the world tear apart at the seams. And Gwen knew that what she had seen was only the beginning. She wondered where Rhys was in this moment. She knew Owen was awake, she had heard the sharp intake of his breath only moments ago as he took his first gasp of the chilled air. She heard the rain tapping against the windows of the unfamiliar apartment. She felt homesick. She shivered.
"You're cold" he stated simply, propping his head up on an arm to look at her, she sat up quickly.
"Not very." She replied in equal simplicity, and put her head in her hands, black hair slipping through the spaces in between her fingers to create a haunting effect. An effect that would have spooked the man beside her, had it not been Owen. They sat like that for some time, Gwen closing herself off from the world and Owen looking at her with some interest.
"You want to go home." Gwen wondered how he did that, how he was in her head, convincing her to follow him here, knowing what she was thinking.
"Yes." She replied. "I do."