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m_findlowTitle: Dinner for one
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Rhys
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 231 - Another lonely night at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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Summary: Rhys had better get used to nights alone.
Rhys sighed as he stepped into the flat, seeing it all just the way he'd left it this morning.
There were no jackets with giant acid burned holes in them, draped over the sofa and ultimately destined for the bin. There also weren't any plates left hanging by the sink - the rushed remnants of a bacon buttie without time for the bacon. Not a trace at all that Gwen had swept through since Rhys had left for work this morning. The world wasn't ending as far as he could tell. Of course, that didn't mean Gwen wasn't in danger. Always running into danger was Gwen. Bloody woman.
Rhys dropped the keys on the sideboard and sighed loudly. 'Dinner for one again tonight, Rhys Williams. You could pop out for a curry then go paint the town red. Nobody has to know you're already spoken for.'
It sounded like fun until his eyes drifted to the photo of the two of them on their honeymoon. They'd had such a good time, and not once had Gwen worried about Torchwood. It was just the two of them.
'Or, you could just stay home, microwave that leftover lasagne and watch Rupaul's Drag Race.'
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Rhys
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 231 - Another lonely night at
drabble_weeklySummary: Rhys had better get used to nights alone.
Rhys sighed as he stepped into the flat, seeing it all just the way he'd left it this morning.
There were no jackets with giant acid burned holes in them, draped over the sofa and ultimately destined for the bin. There also weren't any plates left hanging by the sink - the rushed remnants of a bacon buttie without time for the bacon. Not a trace at all that Gwen had swept through since Rhys had left for work this morning. The world wasn't ending as far as he could tell. Of course, that didn't mean Gwen wasn't in danger. Always running into danger was Gwen. Bloody woman.
Rhys dropped the keys on the sideboard and sighed loudly. 'Dinner for one again tonight, Rhys Williams. You could pop out for a curry then go paint the town red. Nobody has to know you're already spoken for.'
It sounded like fun until his eyes drifted to the photo of the two of them on their honeymoon. They'd had such a good time, and not once had Gwen worried about Torchwood. It was just the two of them.
'Or, you could just stay home, microwave that leftover lasagne and watch Rupaul's Drag Race.'
