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[beat_death]

They made a go at having a proper date ages ago.

Before the vampire, before new Torchwood, before Jack had come and gone. Before that New Year's Eve.

He'd like to think that it's the nature of both of their lives that means he hasn't had time for this before now, but he knows it's a lie. Owen promised Tosh a proper date well over a year ago, and it's time he finally got on with it.

He sends off a text to Tosh a bit late in the day, well after he's sure she's already gone down to the subway station they're calling Torchwood to do some work.

had dinner yet? come over.

Maybe a bit more notice wouldn't have gone amiss, but ultimately, Owen thinks it'll be better this way.

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[beat_death]

"Yeah, well right now just hope we both don't catch salmonella off of this," he replies, and honestly can't remember the last time he's done something like this at all. Years. Before Torchwood, certainly.

He takes a sip of his wine, momentarily nervous, though he's unsure why.

[did_good]

"I'm sure it's fine," she insists, taking a bite to show that she doesn't believe it will happen. It's good, and Tosh smiles and nods to show she appreciates it.

"I didn't know you could cook."

[beat_death]

"There's a lot you don't know about me, Tosh," Owen says, with a slight raise of both eyebrows, and after she takes a bite and nods her approval, he does the same. All that talking about whether or not they'd be safe eating it wasn't entirely a joke.

"But don't throw out all your leftover takeaway just yet."

[did_good]

"Like what?" She asks, curious what he might tell her. Her own life before Torchwood wasn't very exciting, but they never really talk about their pasts. It's like their worlds exist in two states, Before Jack and After Jack. "What big secrets are you keeping from me?"

[beat_death]

"I'm really a weevil wearing a human suit," he replies, expression serious, as though he's just told her the most important thing in the world. After a moment, he offers her the slightest hint of a grin.

[did_good]

"I suppose I could use that to get famous," she says to him, her smile light and warm. Tosh is relaxing now, the ambiance and wine both helping with that. "The woman who is in love with a man who's really an alien monster."

[beat_death]

He almost doesn't notice it. Tosh slips it in there so seamlessly that it'd be easy to miss, but as it is, Owen manages to simply raise his eyebrows curiously before taking a drink from his glass.

"And I thought we were trying to stay under the radar," Owen comments.

[did_good]

"Well, it isn't such an interesting story without that, is it?" Tosh smiles, sipping at her wine. She's pleased that he doesn't seem to have reacted badly to what she's said.

[beat_death]

"Or maybe it's better off not being a story at all?" he argues, and eyes his glass, realizing he's in need of a refill, and fills it to the rim. He holds out the bottle, eyebrows raised, asking if she needs one as well.

[did_good]

"Probably," she agrees in the end, raising her glass toward him at his offer. "I've likely circumvented enough stories getting to press that I could stop that one. If you were a weevil, which you're not, obviously."