Owen laid still, watching the subtle rise and fall of Tosh's shoulders as she lay sleeping. The soft light from the window glowed faintly over her bare shoulders, and he reminisced on the night before. An interesting experiment, that had left him wondering where they were currently in this unique relationship. The dead man made to leave the room, unsure of how the technician would react to find him still there, when she stirred.
"Owen?" She grumbled, rubbing her forehead. He smiled, the sight of her, wrapped in her sheets, hair tangled around her, was enough for him to imagine a twinge in his non-beating heart.
"Yea Tosh?" He said stepping closer. She seemed to squint around her, a calculating look crossing her features.
"You're still here." He frowned, so she did want him to leave.
"Yea, sorry, I'll be going." He opened the door, when he heard her stand.
"No, it's fine. I'm just a little surprised is all." She wrapped herself in the sheets, with a slightly bashful glance at Owen. He smiled to himself before turning and facing her again.
"What Tosh? Can't a guy ogle a girl while she sleeping?" The technician pulled a face.
"That's creepy Owen." But he could tell that her heart wasn't in the statement. "Anyway, we have work, and we are probably already late." Owen shrugged.
"Does it really matter? No one will be at the HUB until at least noon." Tosh seemed to consider this, before shaking her head.
"I'm still going in Owen. Aside from you, I'm probably the only one capable Owen of working today. Besides, we need to check up on Fall and Glib." The doctor grumbled something unintelligible, before heading from the room.
"Fine! Have it your way! Let's just hope that nothing happens today, or we are all going to be screwed."