Tosh tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear and pulled the strap of her black purse up her shoulder as she waited for the cog door to roll back.
Ianto, Jack, and Owen had still been present when she'd slipped away the night before, though Owen had surely headed to the pub as soon as the clock struck nine.
The cog door granted Tosh access and she quickly made her way to her station, her heels clicking against the concrete.
Tosh was just about to holler if anyone was there when she whipped her head around. Her hand went up to cover her smile immediately.
Jack and Ianto were curled up on the couch behind Tosh and Owen's workstations. Ianto's head was in Jack's lap and Jack was barely sitting upright, his back supported by the back of the tattered brown couch. Jack's chin was on his chest, his fingers tangled in Ianto's dark hair. Both men were obviously fast asleep; Myfawny let out a screech as she flew overhead and neither man stirred.
They were both drooling ever so slightly.
Well, that was being kind. There was an awful lot of drool on Jack's lap and drool was causing Ianto's hair to stick up in different directions. Yet, there was something so beautiful about it.
Tosh flinched as she heard a voice at her shoulder say, "Not part-time shag, then."
Owen.
Tosh hadn't heard the cog door roll back, but that didn't mean anything. She'd been quite caught up in all the cuteness.
Jack sniffed in his sleep quite loudly. It was weird, seeing the immortal looking so vulnerable.
Tosh grinned and shook her head in response to Owen.