[It's interesting how bringing up her and Tyki's past—passionate and occasionally intimate as it was—actually turns her stomach a little now. She'd known he was "the bad guy" from the very beginning. It was never in question, and she'd even broken up with him once when he attacked Allen and Cross, but ultimately she went back. She could tell herself it was a battle. They were warriors too. They were on opposing sides of war. Even if she believe Allen was on the right side of it, she found reasons not to be alone when they could be together. It wasn't until the second attack on Cross that the split was permanent and by then she'd already started developing feelings for Reid even if she wasn't aware of it. But Tyki didn't pass out of her life then either. He was a shadow that stayed over her relationship with Reid and sometimes she encouraged it. He was even the one she went to when Reid left and she finally broke down. And today in his body she can feel as much empathy for him as she ever has. The scars hurt all of the time and there is a flutter of something going on. Maybe Jack was right about being cautious. But despite all of that it finally feels wrong that they were together ever since she saw the aftermath with Ianto. His dismembered body and his blood on the walls... It wasn't an act of war. It wasn't a warrior fighting for his side. It was horrifying, sickening art from someone more troubled and disturbed than she ever allowed herself to believe.]
Reid's been drinking tea more, but he took it black with lots of sugar. Tyki, I don't know. He'd probably pour his out and take it with whiskey or something. I don't need any. Thanks.
So, you and Gwen too? [She hadn't known the woman long, but she knew they were from the same world.]