Owen drew his hand back automatically, a slightly wry tone entering his voice, "Nothing wrong with your lungs at least," He said, frowning softly as he turned and sat down next to Ianto, keeping as little distance between them as he could manage while not touching him. "I'm not touching. Not unless you want me to, all right?" Owen said softly, leaning back against the wall.
"What do you mean? Can't very well leave you alone, now can I?" Owen asked, turning his head to look over at Ianto, teasing lightly. "God only knows what sort of trouble you'd get into unsupervised. Besides, as nice a house as it seems to be, it's not much fun being on your own."