Owen leaned forward. Gently, he touched Ianto's shoulder, smiling a bit. "Well, if I look like her, maybe we shouldn't do this then. I don't want you to be uncomfortable. I don't want to lose you as a mate."
He turned and walked over to the sofa. Grinning, he leaned over, nuzzling her nose with his own. "We. Are. Manly. Grr baby."
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