“No, Jack, my BALLS! Are you even paying attention?” It was shouted loud enough that every head in the Hub turned towards Jack’s office.
Gwen, who’d just taken a sip of coffee, spat it out again rather spectacularly, then busied herself cleaning up the mess with a tissue, cheeks aflame.
At her workstation, Tosh ducked her head, her hair hiding her face, her shoulders shaking with suppressed laughter. Owen blanched, scurrying down to autopsy.
Ianto stalked out of Jack’s office, shaking his head. “He’s the one wanted to play tennis; now the idiot’s lost the bloody balls!” he announced, exasperated.