In his mind, Owen wasn’t comparing Ianto to anyone of the male persuasion. And he surely wasn’t comparing Ianto to Lyssa or Diane either. For Owen, this was something completely different. Strangely, Owen was comparing himself to Jack, in almost the same capacity Ianto was. I wonder if Jack did this? I wonder if Jack said that… These thoughts ran through his mind, try as he did to push them out.
“I don’t fuck anything.” He looked down at Ianto, a serious look in his eyes. “This is not a relationship, but it’s more than just a fuck to me.” And with that, he reached over into the bedside drawer and pulled out a bottle of lube. “Got that,” he growled.