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Owen was sitting in his chair, feet up on the desk and the chair leaning back, hovering right around the angle that would cause him to topple from it if he was startled. Fortunately, it was late and as far as he knew, no one was in Torchwood at the moment. Which meant it was a great time to be enjoying his porn on the much wider screen in the autopsy lab. A pen dangled from his lips as Owen watched the two men on the screen, glancing up then looking back down at the magazine in his hands.
It might have seemed an incongruous picture as Owen shifted his attention from the new edition of Scientific American to the porn on the screen and back. But, again, no one was around to appreciate it. At least, that's what Owen thought.