continued. - @blipintiime
owen SIDE EYES the younger man. that look of don’t make me say it out loud, you know what i meant. but he takes the coffee that’s offered none the less.
“ she’s still looking. ” owen sighs while running his free hand through his hair, “ there’s a LOT to look through to be honest. jack’s helping. ”
he can’t i m a g i n e what ianto is going through. when he thinks about his OWN past, as terrible as it was, as awful as losing katie felt, and as TRAUMATIC as the end had been, he knows he’s been one-upped by the welshman. nothing can quite compare to losing e v e r y o n e you’ve known, the boss you for some reason admired, and the love of your life on TOP. for owen, he simply lost his love. and that had torn him apart enough.
“ don’t... don’t go back in there, yeah? ” owen suggests, mind flashing back to the images PLASTERED on their screens of wreck and rubble and dead bodies that he realises ianto probably recognises the faces of. a part of him fancies slapping jack in the face for at least not giving a little warning - but he isn’t b l i n d to the regret he saw when ianto got up so swiftly.
the coffee sits redundant in his hands, his gaze locked onto ianto in a BID to read him and understand. he’s an asshole yes, but frankly - and he’ll kill anyone who may say it out loud - he’s always been a little more than just concerned about ianto’s clear and OBVIOUS PTSD.
