I once knew all the answers...

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Jack's gotten pretty tired of paperwork. Of recording things like this - tears and pain and loss, the things that tear his team's lives apart while he just... stood by and watched. Doing paperwork was easier years ago, when he wasn't quite as attached.

So much for thatHe's got the Tommy Brockless file half-done, and he'll finish it before he goes

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Locked away in the infirmary, Owen has lost all track of time. Dealing with research is so much easier than dealing with emotions, his own and others. But his growling stomach reminds him there's only so many things he can ignore.

With a sigh, he shuts his computer down and heads up to the Hub proper. He'll check on Gladys (the plant has a name and feelings, no matter what Ianto thinks) and then he'll go.

He's surprised to see Jack out, which he shouldn't be, really - it's not as if he ever leaves.

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Jack tenses, a little, hearing an unexpected noise in the Hub, and footsteps... and blinks when Owen emerges into the atrium, because of all the people he expected to be staying late... Owen wasn't one of them.

"What are you doing still here?" he asks, not accusingly, simply... surprised.

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"Just finishing up a couple of things," Owen answers as he fetches the water spritzer. "I just need to take care of her, and then I'm gone."

To do what, asides from eating, he doesn't know. Pub crawling's lost its appeal these days, and well - doing anything with Tosh is obviously out of the question. Most likely, it'll be himself, take out and something mindless off the television.

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Jack raises an eyebrow skeptically. "Her?"

There's a pause, and then he saunters over to Owen, expression a little dubious and vaguely concerned. "You know, I thought we got over that whole 'keeping girlfriends in the basement' thing with Ianto, but if we have to have the talk again..."

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