"No, the rift closed," Owen said, laying back on the couch. Anger was exhausting. "It closed, and then you vanished. Ran off with the bloody enemy. Or did your Torchwood briefing not include the bit about the Doctor being enemy number one?" Owen said, raising a hand to scrub it over his face again.
"You just fucking left. No goodbye. No, 'popping out for a tick, kids, be back in a couple months with a sociopath of a Time Lord in tow who is going to assist me in your eventual slaughter.' Nothing at all."
Owen slipped into silence, letting it extend between them before he croaked out, "Did we really mean that little to you?"