Owen pulled back, staring harshly at Ianto. Now he would open his eyes. Because he felt like he'd just been slapped in the face. The soap had run out. It actually had a long time ago, but now he wanted to glare. Right at the person in front of him.
Ianto. Owen didn't know what to think. He'd been about ready to kiss him, but now he really wanted to slug him. He pulled away, so fast he almost slipped on the shower floor.
Fine, he wanted Owen to shut up, he would. He got out of the shower without saying a word.