Rhys:
I suppose I've never been completely secure about you.
But I mean, for gods sake, look at you. I'm not a bad man, but I know I'm not exactly a pin up. And your georgous, Gwen. Your bloody georgous.
I never did really believe my good luck. Which is why I suppose I've never completely trusted you. Why when you used to say you'd be late for work, I'd always be thinking, in the back of my head, "She's with someone. Someone with a six pack. And a better car."
And then you joined flipping Torchwood, and started staying out every night. I barely saw you for weeks. I still don't, hardly. Even though we're married now I'm still not sure about all of this. You out, fighting aliens all the time. You could be killed! Worse, your spending all your time with that bloody captain. The one with the american accent and the stupid grins. Don't you think I've seen the way you look at him Gwen?
Why don't you ever look at me like that?
