A.N: I seem to have got the writing bug back, so I'm several chapters ahead of you all in writing this. In fact I'm back at the stage where I'm writing this instead of doing any of the jobs around the house I'm supposed to...

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"So what... are we just circling the park until something happens... or till we find some actually homeless people?" Owen asked as they strolled.

"Yep. That's Jack's grand plan." Ianto replied.

"Some plan." Owen grumbled.

"Not one of his best." Ianto pointed out. "So..." He began a few moments later. "What's up Owen?"

Owen smiled a little. "I'm sorry about the other day... down in the tunnels." He began.

Ianto didn't respond, instead waiting on the Londoner continuing.

"Bad day." Owen added simply.

"Cheers." Ianto replied though his tone was friendly.

"Yeah I wasn't referring to that." Owen pointed out. His voice was almost affectionate though Ianto ignored it as the man continued. "I felt bad for how I reacted. That's why I've been avoiding you."

"Believe me Owen in all of this your reaction since has been the least of my worries." Ianto said as they stepped onto a bridge over the river, the distant lights from the city centre sparkling on it along with the moon that was particularly bright in the clear night sky. "And yes, despite your dick like behaviour, I am worried about you." He added.

"You are?" Owen sounded surprised.

"Yep." Ianto said simply in an undefinable tone, leaning on the railings with his forearms and looking down the river.

Owen stood next to him, his back leant against the railings and his arms folded tightly so he was looking in the opposite direction to where Ianto was but allowing both men to see each others faces. "Thank you." He said simply.

Ianto glanced up at Owen. "What's going on Owen?"

Owen bowed his head a little. "I don't know." He said softly.

Ianto stood up properly and turned to face Owen. "Owen..." He said gently.

The medic raised his head nervously and looked at Ianto, just as the Welshman stepped forward and pressed his lips against Owen's cautiously yet firmly. Owen wasted no time in kissing him back, unfolding his arms and gripping his hands tightly on the front of Ianto's coat ensuring the younger man couldn't move away. The kiss grew in intensity and passion, Ianto setting his own hands down on the railings either side of Owen, steadying himself but also pressing the medic firmly against them, their bodies flush against each other.

Their lips parted, the two men remaining in their positions stood panting with a desperate need to breathe, their foreheads rested against one another's in a strangely tender moment. Both of them had their eyes closed as Owen broke the silence.

"What was that?" He asked, his breathing laboured and his voice ragged.

"I don't know." Ianto whispered breathlessly. As he opened his mouth to speak again the sound of his mobile ringing sprang out from inside his coat.