"Why am I not suprised. Does Jack ever wear clothes anymore? Some leader he is supposed to be. Swans off whenever he feels like." He sighed and gently held Kit. He looked over at Lyssa, then back to Gwen and Ianto.
"I'm not ready to be an adult yet, Gwen. Me, a father? I can't hack this..." He almost said this shit, but stopped himself. That should be progress.
"Ask him, in Welsh, if he needs anything." Owen sighed. "And tell him I'm sorry..."