"You know, it never even occurred to you that you could ask me for another dose of Retcon, did it?" Gwen was startled by the suggestion and even more startled that it came from Owen himself; they weren't exactly friends. Gwen merely shrugged, letting the cold air take her worries away as best she could. "Well, the offer's there," he continued, "But you won't take it."
"I won't?" Gwen arched an eyebrow, wondering how he could be so sure - the more she thought about it, the more tempting it became. This job - Torchwood - it was more than tough, it was all-consuming and Gwen wasn't sure she was ready to sign herself (and Rhys) up to a commitment that big.
"Nah," Owen shook his head, sitting beside Gwen on the bench, his collar turned up as a shield against the cold. "You've seen too much now."
Gwen painted on a quizzical look; he wasn't making much sense in what he was saying. Owen rolled his eyes and rubbed his hands, trying to conserve heat.
"Do you really want to forget all that?" Owen's head tilted towards the invisible lift, just visible a few hundred metres away. "The hours are shit, granted, but.."
Owen trailed off, wincing at the inability to find the words to explain what he meant.
"Somehow, it's worth it all?" Gwen finished for him, grinning as Owen tapped his head in appreciation. It wasn't much, but it was a start of mutual friendship, Gwen hoped.