Reaching up, Owen rubbed Ianto's shoulder. He said nothing at first, contemplating what he was going to say. Yes, he could be rude, at times. Not always though. He sighed, closing his eyes, focusing on his mate. He even went so far as to wonder what he would want to hear.
"I can if you want? Yell. Shout. Tell you're a bloody tea boy?" He bit his lip. "I don't really wanna do that, mate."
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