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m_findlowTitle: What are friends for
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 300 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 430 - Amnesty, using Challenge 52 - Awkward at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
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drabble_zoneSummary: Tosh's intrusion is at first unwelcome, but well meaning. A triple drabble.
‘It must have been tearing you up inside, thinking Jack was dead,’ Tosh said, sliding a mug of tea onto the desk in front of him. It was late and it was just the two of them left here, trying to catch up on things that had occupied them before Jack had left, and which, since then, they hadn’t been able to find the time for.
Funny how no one ever bothered to ask him if he wanted to talk about it. It was the stealthy way they brought it up without worrying about whether it was appropriate. How many of these conversations was he going to have to have? At least he knew Tosh only meant well, rather than being a source of nosy gossip. If only Jack hadn’t kissed him, they might have kept their secret.
‘There were moments,’ he confessed, saying no more on the subject, already feeling awkward about it. He didn’t like sharing the things that went on in his head, not even with Jack. They felt too personal, too private. He didn’t want anyone seeing him as being weak. That’s how he thought of things now, as if being the boss’s fuck buddy was a weakness. He had things he could contribute to the team, even if they hadn’t seen it yet. All his Torchwood One experience would have made their toes curl if they knew. There was more to him than just making the coffee.
‘If you’re ever having a tough day, you can always talk to me,’ Tosh offered. ‘I don’t have much to offer in the way of relationship advice. In fact, I'd do the opposite of anything I advise, but if you need a friend…’
He managed a small smile. ‘Thanks, Tosh.’ A good friend was worth a hundred Jacks.
‘It must have been tearing you up inside, thinking Jack was dead,’ Tosh said, sliding a mug of tea onto the desk in front of him. It was late and it was just the two of them left here, trying to catch up on things that had occupied them before Jack had left, and which, since then, they hadn’t been able to find the time for.
Funny how no one ever bothered to ask him if he wanted to talk about it. It was the stealthy way they brought it up without worrying about whether it was appropriate. How many of these conversations was he going to have to have? At least he knew Tosh only meant well, rather than being a source of nosy gossip. If only Jack hadn’t kissed him, they might have kept their secret.
‘There were moments,’ he confessed, saying no more on the subject, already feeling awkward about it. He didn’t like sharing the things that went on in his head, not even with Jack. They felt too personal, too private. He didn’t want anyone seeing him as being weak. That’s how he thought of things now, as if being the boss’s fuck buddy was a weakness. He had things he could contribute to the team, even if they hadn’t seen it yet. All his Torchwood One experience would have made their toes curl if they knew. There was more to him than just making the coffee.
‘If you’re ever having a tough day, you can always talk to me,’ Tosh offered. ‘I don’t have much to offer in the way of relationship advice. In fact, I'd do the opposite of anything I advise, but if you need a friend…’
He managed a small smile. ‘Thanks, Tosh.’ A good friend was worth a hundred Jacks.
