Owen smiled. He took the cup and sniffed, before taking a long sip. Of course Ianto remembered just how he liked the coffee. Some things would never change. Love or hate each other, Ianto would always pride himself on his coffee and tea making abilities. And he was damn good at it.
"I'm fine. And why is it so hard to believe I could be married. I'm not a prat." He paused. "Ok... Not much of a prat, er... I'm getting better?"
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