AN: Two chapters in one night despite not being a snow day for me – thank you for the encouragement and the reviews. There is a chance that this story could just run and run…

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Ianto was sat at his desk in the archives later that afternoon cradling his coffee mug in his hands. The climate control that they had in operation down there to keep the files at an ambient temperature meant that whilst his polo shirt was more casual than his suit, it was also much colder. He was debating going back up to the Hub to retrieve a jumper from his bag but decided that he was enjoying the peace that could only be assured in the archives too much to move. As he took a sip from his drink he heard heeled footsteps approached and groaned inwardly at the possibility of round two with Gwen.

"Ianto?" Tosh's voice sounded softly.

Ianto smiled in relief. "Hey Tosh – what can I get for you?" He asked spinning around on his chair.

"Oh nothing. I just fancied a chat." She admitted.

"Sure." Ianto nodded lifting a pile of files from the nearby spare chair and signalling for Tosh to sit down.

"Thanks." She said as she settled onto the chair.

"So… do you come in peace?" Ianto asked.

Tosh smiled up at him. "Don't worry – I'm not here to make a scene. That's more Gwen's style than mine, and I think you've had enough earache from her." She admitted. "I just wanted you to know that I hope you're happy, and that I will always support you and your decisions. You're my best friend Ianto, and I think you deserve happiness more than most. And if Owen makes you happy, then I wish you both all the best." She said softly.

Ianto smiled. "That means a lot Tosh – thank you. And as ridiculous as this sounds, Owen does make me happy. He cares about me in a way that nobody has for a long time, and I need that in my life."

Tosh nodded. "Can I ask a question, and you don't have to answer if you don't want to?"

"You can ask me anything you want." Ianto pointed out.

"Did Owen throwing a snowball really cause that bruise on your face, because it looks more fist shaped to me, and I worry that it wasn't Owen that was responsible." Tosh said nervously.

"Owen wasn't responsible." Ianto conceded gently. "I think you know who was."

Tosh nodded. "Ianto I'm sorry. Whatever Jack is feeling he has no right to hit you." She said taking his hand gently in hers.

"We both said a few things we shouldn't have, and whilst I didn't deserve to be hit, I wasn't entirely blameless. Jack and I have talked things through, and he's talked to Owen. We're okay, so I don't want a fuss making." He explained.

"I won't tell Gwen." She said with a knowing smile.

"Thank you." Ianto replied as he squeezed Tosh's hand.

"I just want you to know that when you walked in earlier and we stopped talking we weren't talking about you and Owen – I promise." She began. "We were actually talking about how hot we both think you look today in those jeans." She sniggered.

Ianto blushed. "I am apparently distracting Owen from his work." He admitted.

Tosh giggled. "I am not surprised. I take it you're dressed like that for him?"

"Partly." Ianto explained. "I just feel like a weight has been lifted this past couple of days, and I am finally in a relationship where I don't have to hide who I am anymore. I never felt that with Jack – I was always too scared to let him in, and he would never let me in either. Our relationship never needed it. But with Owen I get to be me, and I don't need to hide behind my suits anymore. Plus Owen mentioned something about how much he liked these jeans the other night, so I thought I'd give him a treat." He smirked.

Tosh grinned widely. "Well you look gorgeous. I was always a fan of the suits, but this new look makes you look happier somehow, and I guess you are." She said.

Ianto nodded. "I am."

Tosh released her hand from Ianto's and got to her feet. "I'll leave you to it." She said turning to go back upstairs.

"Tosh?" Ianto called as he rose to his feet as well. Tosh turned back and smiled as she was pulled into Ianto's arms for a hug. "Thank you." He murmured as he planted a kiss on the top of her head.

"You're welcome Ianto." She said as she squeezed him back before slipping out of her hold and going back up to the main Hub.

Ianto settled back on his seat and turned back to his computer and his coffee. He downed the remnants, wincing slightly at the coldness of the liquid. Standing up again he took his empty mug and went after Tosh, emerging back into the Hub and carrying his mug to the kitchen. Dropping it into the sink he walked over to his bag which was still dumped next to the sofa and crouched down beside it, unzipping the top and rummaging inside in search of a jumper.

"Cold down there?" Jack asked.

Ianto nodded as he looked up. "Freezing." He admitted.

Jack looked at his watch. "Look why don't you and Owen get off. I'm sure the girls and I can cope for the rest of the day." He offered.

"You sure?" Ianto asked.

"Come with me." Jack said walking towards the medical bay. Ianto followed and the two men stood on the viewing level and leant on the railings looking down into the bay.

"He can do that at home." Jack pointed out.

Ianto laughed softly at the sight of Owen asleep on the examination table. "Bless." He commented.

Jack smiled. "Something like that. Get down there, wake him up and take him home. And without getting too personal, can you let him get some rest tonight? I'm sure he didn't get much sleep last night – and I know that is my fault – but I need him more alert than this." He suggested.

"I'll sort him out." Ianto nodded. "Thanks Jack." He added before setting off down the steps and walking over to the table. Reaching out one hand he laid it gently on Owen's shoulder and shook him lightly. "Owen?" He said softly. The medic groaned lightly as he stirred.

"I'm awake." Owen murmured.

"Sure you are." Ianto replied with a smirk. "Come on – let's go home." He said.

Owen smiled. "I like that idea." He admitted swinging his legs down off the table, taking Ianto's hand and leading him back up the steps.