Owen handed a beer to Ianto and took his own, motioning for Ianto to follow them back out to the living room. Sitting on the sofa at her feet, he began to massage them, placing his beer on the table.
"We're really not, Ianto. Not really. Sure, we look like their fathers. And, we probably are genetically of the same dna, but... We're not them. We're..." He sighed. "We're carbon copies. Same, but different. We have to learn to be their fathers, start all over in their eyes, practically."