“You think you’re so special! Just because you have someone to go home to doesn’t make you better than the rest of us, just luckier,” snarled Owen.
“At least I have someone who loves me, I don’t have to get some stranger drunk just so they’ll sleep with me,” Gwen threw back at him.
Tosh sighed heavily and retreated to the archives, in search of more pleasant company.
“Hi, Tosh, what brings you down here?” Ianto asked, smiling.
“Our special snowflakes are squabbling. Thought I’d escape before they tried to drag me into it.”
Ianto rolled his eyes.