Tosh was exhausted She had collapsed on to the couch in the HUB falling asleep near instantly. Owen smiled softly. She really was adorable. Hair in a little more than messy bun, glasses sliding slowly down her nose, over sized sweater bunched around her curled figure. Owen leaned against the wall savoring the sight. A soft groan caused Owen to start.
"Take a picture, it lasts longer." She murmured. Owen smirked.
"Yea, but it wouldn't do you any justice." Tosh rolled her eyes, scooting over on the sofa.
"Come on then." Owen looked at the technician, confused. She shook her head. "Get your skinny arse over here if you're coming." She gestured to the empty half of the couch.
"Tosh, as much as I would love to lie down with you, are you sure that you want to-" Tosh groaned flopping back on the pillow and sighing heavily.
"Owen I don't care that you're dead. I would rather you lie next to me here, then stand over there and stare at me like Batman over Gotham." Owen pushed off the wall, happy and more than a little touched. He crawled onto the couch beside her, sighing happily when she curled into his side, face resting on his chest. He pulled a blanket over the two of them.
"Night Tosh." He said, stroking her hair softly to lull her to sleep. Her soft snoring joined the gentle hum of the HUB as Owen let himself drift.