"You too." Lyssa went to lay out on the sofa, sure she could drag Owen away later or something.
Ianto ran his hands through Owen's hair, which was something he wouldn't ever have thought himself doing. Ianto wanted it too, but unlike Owen he wasn't sure what was really expected of him then, he would have been equally as awkward if he'd been himself then, it was Owen, he knew where they were when they fought this was all new.