Tosh opened her eyes and her first thought was to suppress the threat. Well, the origin of the noise, because someone had just woken her up by stepping in. Gladly for her, and especially the other person, Owen ducted, the knife going right into the door he was still closing.

"What the hell?!" he instantly yelled.

"I'm sorry, I just... I thought it was someone else."

"And could you tell me who so I warn him not to go near you, ever?"

"Nobody, just... Someone I wouldn't know. I don't know. I'm sorry, Owen, I guess I'm a bit tensed."

"Wonder why..." Owen mumbled under his breath. Tosh ignored him and tapped the bed next to her after sitting. Owen shrugged and sat down, his hands full with some paperwork.

"What are you doing here?" She asked after watching him sign something.

"Jack's order, closing the place. They went home for..." he stopped and looked up at her to smile. "Well, we don't want to know that, do we?" he asked with a wink.

"Ewh! Owen you are sick. I don't want these kinds of mental images!" she said, shaking her head to take images of her friends out of her mind.

"I'm just kidding," he laughed, clearly very proud of himself. "Jack wanted Ianto to rest. And talk to Rhiannon and the kids, and her husband, as Ianto's boyfriend. Which isn't really resting, is it? He stormed out of the closet to his sis', can you believe this? As if she didn't know. The family always does. They just... know if you're queer."

"Talking by experience?" She asked, seeing how his eyes seemed to focus on something that wasn't here.

Owen kept looking at the wall, lost in some memory apparently, then stared back at Tosh, realising her words. "What? Me? No, I don't really..."

"Do boys?"

"I don't really talk to my family any more," he corrected her. "I don't really have one, to be honest. Just my mother. Yay."

"You never talk about your family..." Tosh was impressed and a bit curious, trying not to push him so he wouldn't stop talking, but dying to learn more. Owen rarely ever talked about anything at all.

"I know. I had a big sister. Oh I'm so glad I don't see her any more."

"Is she... dead...?"

"Wow no, she's not. I mean I don't know, maybe. I really don't mind."

"Are you okay, Owen? You seem a bit... off, lately. Out of character."

"Maybe I am," he sighed.

Tosh just looked at him. What was that supposed to mean? She had noticed he was glancing every two seconds around him, as if waiting for something, anything, to happen to him. Jack had also told her he had had a gun inside the place. Which was unusual, they didn't just wander around with their guns, they never were direct targets. Well, except the other day. But having a gun had changed nothing, so there were no point in having one. They sat in an almost comfortable silence, until Owen took a deep breath after playing with his paperwork for a while. He only sighed, without saying anything. Tosh rolled her eyes, understanding he would not be the first one to talk.

"Wait, are you gay?" She asked, remembering he hadn't really said he didn't like boys.

"What?" Owen laughed, then stopped because Tosh was serious. "I don't know."

"Really?"

"Actually I do, I'd rather have a girl, no question. But... why choose? I mean some guys are really, really hot," he shrugged and Tosh did the same with a nod.

"Good point," she smiled. "Soo... If I say... Jack."

"Jack? Oh yeah totally. I mean, if he weren't our boss. Or with Ianto."

"What about Ianto then?"

Owen just shrugged and Tosh laughed, gently hitting his shoulder.

"Oh come on, tell me!"

"We're talking about physical appearance here, right?"

"Just tell me Owen."

"Ianto is quite handsome, I must admit."

"Owwh... But yeah, I agree. How did Jack manage to..."

"Jack is not too bad for the eye, as I've said."

"True," Tosh nodded. She lost herself in her thoughts then inhaled. "God, are we really having this conversation?" she eventually laughed, and Owen smiled but didn't answer.

"You did great, you know?" he eventually said, staring at the right corner of the papers he was still holding. "Back then, I mean. When... you know. I was pretty useless. You saved his life."

"Are you all going to be like this? It's our job, we save each other's asses. No big deal. I did nothing and he almost died, do I need to remind you I got kicked? If I had been less stupid, none of this would have happened. I could have taken his gun or stopped the bullet. I don't know, anything."

"Hey, hey... You really did great. I'm just glad you're okay. He could have killed you instead of just hitting you."

Tosh stared at Owen, a small smile on her face. She didn't think she had done that great. Getting hit by a door was pretty lame. And she hadn't really save Ianto's life. She didn't really know, but Owen complimenting someone was weird. It felt weird as well. She shrugged, again, as if it would magically shake the feeling off, and looked away.

"Thanks," she whispered.

"See? That wasn't that hard to accept a compliment."

"Was it hard to give?"

"Oh bugger," he said, and Tosh laughed. Owen laughed with her after a few seconds of fake-irritation.

Laughing felt good, especially with someone Tosh didn't usually laugh a lot with. Sure, they shared funny stories over lunch, they sometimes went to the pub and had a good night, but they rarely ever took the time to talk, to know who the other was. And it felt so right.

"Really, Toshiko, thank you for being here. You really do bring a lot to this team."

Tosh opened her mouth. Wow, that was beyond compliments now.

"Who are you and what have you done with Owen Harper?"

"I..." Tosh didn't miss the sad look in Owen's eyes, but he soon smiled. "Nothing. I'm fine, I promise you I'm fine. It's just... I don't know, I feel good. For the first time in a while."

Tosh nodded to let him know she had heard him, but didn't really know how to react. Owen put an end at the awkwardness – not quite away though, as he patted really awkwardly her shoulder before finally standing up – and left the room.

Tosh sighed and watched him leave, not truly understanding what had just happened.