Owen was quiet when he got home. He didn't know if the family was asleep or not. As usual, he didn't get home when he wanted to. He was late. That was the life of Torchwood. He was used to it by now.
Slowly he padded through the flat, finally making his way the the room Lyssa was in. Leaning in the doorway, he watched them for a moment, smiling in spite of himself. Yes, he smiled a lot more lately. And it was all Lyssa's doing.