Tosh glanced up as Owen and Ianto returned from a stakeout.
“Owen? Are you alright? You look flushed.” She had good reason to be concerned; the medic’s face was a startling shade of red.
“I’m fine,” Owen snapped, stalking towards the autopsy bay.
Behind her, Tosh could hear Ianto chuckling; she turned to look at him, puzzled.
Ianto shrugged. “He told me he didn’t need to use sunblock, but after eight hours on a rooftop with the sun reflecting off windows all around us, guess who got sunburn?” He winked. “Wait until you see him without his sunglasses.”