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Drabble_weekly Challenge 437 - It's only words
Title: It's only words
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 300 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 437 - The walk back at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
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drabble_zoneSummary: Owen has come with an apology of sorts. A triple drabble.
The paperwork has gotten out of control around here, Ianto thought, trying to avoid Owen approaching him, arm in a sling, from Ianto's bullet.
'Listen, Ianto…'
Ianto didn't turn his head to meet Owen's eyes. 'What?' The response was barely a question. If Owen wanted coffee he could get his own. If he wanted to gripe about being shot again he was itching to add a fist to the face to his current injuries. He was tired of Owen pushing his buttons and expecting him to stand the moral high ground and not react.
He hadn't shot Owen because of what he'd said, but because he needed Owen not to risk using the rift machine. Owen's words had of course hurt, if not because they were true then because no one knew about Ianto and Jack and that was how he liked it. Owen using it as an insult and a joke only made him think about shooting.
'I'm sorry, okay?' Owen said. 'I didn't mean it. You know… when I accused you of shagging Jack.'
Ianto's jaw clenched but he didn't rise to the bait.
'You're always taking his side,' Owen continued. 'Jack's always right and I'm always just the stupid prick getting in the way.'
If this was Owen trying to walk back his earlier words he was doing a terrible job of it, Ianto thought. Already he was making it about how he was the victim in all of it. 'Apology accepted,' Ianto said, hoping Owen would just take it and go.
'Thanks,' Owen said, absently rubbing his wounded shoulder before quietly leaving Ianto to his paperwork.
'I'd still have shot you,' Ianto called out, 'even if you hadn't said what you did.'
Owen looked back over his shoulder and gave a half smile. 'I know, mate.'
The paperwork has gotten out of control around here, Ianto thought, trying to avoid Owen approaching him, arm in a sling, from Ianto's bullet.
'Listen, Ianto…'
Ianto didn't turn his head to meet Owen's eyes. 'What?' The response was barely a question. If Owen wanted coffee he could get his own. If he wanted to gripe about being shot again he was itching to add a fist to the face to his current injuries. He was tired of Owen pushing his buttons and expecting him to stand the moral high ground and not react.
He hadn't shot Owen because of what he'd said, but because he needed Owen not to risk using the rift machine. Owen's words had of course hurt, if not because they were true then because no one knew about Ianto and Jack and that was how he liked it. Owen using it as an insult and a joke only made him think about shooting.
'I'm sorry, okay?' Owen said. 'I didn't mean it. You know… when I accused you of shagging Jack.'
Ianto's jaw clenched but he didn't rise to the bait.
'You're always taking his side,' Owen continued. 'Jack's always right and I'm always just the stupid prick getting in the way.'
If this was Owen trying to walk back his earlier words he was doing a terrible job of it, Ianto thought. Already he was making it about how he was the victim in all of it. 'Apology accepted,' Ianto said, hoping Owen would just take it and go.
'Thanks,' Owen said, absently rubbing his wounded shoulder before quietly leaving Ianto to his paperwork.
'I'd still have shot you,' Ianto called out, 'even if you hadn't said what you did.'
Owen looked back over his shoulder and gave a half smile. 'I know, mate.'
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