Challenge 869 - Cold pizza
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m_findlowTitle: Cold pizza
Character: Owen, Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Length: 200 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 869 - Left at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
torchwood100
torchwood100Summary: When you're tired, everything looks better than it is. A double drabble.
‘I’m knackered,’ Owen mumbled, stumbling into the hub a few feet in front of Ianto, whose legs were feeling equally heavy and sluggish. ‘Think I'll sleep for days,’ Owen added, assuming the rift doesn't decide to be a prick.
‘No arguments from me,’ Ianto muttered. He was ready to crash on the sofa and stay there even if the whole hub was falling down around them.
‘Oh,’ Owen exclaimed, spotting the abandoned boxes on the coffee table. ‘Pizza. Yes! Pizza then bed.’
Ianto gave him a frown as he dumped his coat over the back of someone’s chair. ‘That’s been there since day before yesterday.’ Uncovered. Unrefrigerated.
Owen picked up a slice and began guiding it into his mouth. ‘Leftovers is leftovers,’ he muffled around stale cheese and even more stale pepperoni. ‘Still tastes alright.’
‘I don't think you should eat that.’
Owen took another bite. ‘Trust me, I'm a doctor. Not going to get food poisoning from a bit of cold pizza.’ He picked up the box and offered it. ‘Go on, plenty enough for both of us.’
Ianto gave it a judicious look, then tried to remember when either of them had last eaten anything. ‘Go on, then.’
‘I’m knackered,’ Owen mumbled, stumbling into the hub a few feet in front of Ianto, whose legs were feeling equally heavy and sluggish. ‘Think I'll sleep for days,’ Owen added, assuming the rift doesn't decide to be a prick.
‘No arguments from me,’ Ianto muttered. He was ready to crash on the sofa and stay there even if the whole hub was falling down around them.
‘Oh,’ Owen exclaimed, spotting the abandoned boxes on the coffee table. ‘Pizza. Yes! Pizza then bed.’
Ianto gave him a frown as he dumped his coat over the back of someone’s chair. ‘That’s been there since day before yesterday.’ Uncovered. Unrefrigerated.
Owen picked up a slice and began guiding it into his mouth. ‘Leftovers is leftovers,’ he muffled around stale cheese and even more stale pepperoni. ‘Still tastes alright.’
‘I don't think you should eat that.’
Owen took another bite. ‘Trust me, I'm a doctor. Not going to get food poisoning from a bit of cold pizza.’ He picked up the box and offered it. ‘Go on, plenty enough for both of us.’
Ianto gave it a judicious look, then tried to remember when either of them had last eaten anything. ‘Go on, then.’
