Owen pouted. Clearly he wasn't that attractive when he was a shit.
"Fine!"
He got up off the sofa and turned off the telly. With a frown, he began moving around and cleaning up shit. He took the bottles into the kitchen and then brought the rubbish bin out when he returned. He was clearly pouting. He was clearly not enjoying this. And maybe, just maybe, he'd thought Ianto would be doing something else in his flat.