Characters: Tosh, Owen.
Written For: Challenge 497: Kind at tw100.
Summary: Owen is bored; Tosh is busy…
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
“What’re you doing, Tosh?” Owen asked, scooting his chair over to her workstation.
“Working on a programme,” the computer genius replied distractedly, not taking her eyes off her monitor as she checked lines of code.
“What kind of programme?”
“For converting badly handwritten reports into a legible typeface.” She glanced away from her screen. “Why do you want to know?”
“No reason; I was just making conversation.”
“Because I’m bored, I’ve finished my paperwork, done the last two autopsies, collated and typed up the test results on all the specimens I took, and now I don’t have anything to do.”
Tosh was about to point out that while he might not have anything to do, she definitely did, but then changed her mind. She cared about Owen and it wasn’t fair to just brush him off on the rare occasion he made an effort to be sociable. Besides, her programme would wait.
“I could do with a bit of fresh air; my brain’s starting to feel like it’s full of cotton wool and my eyes ache from staring at the screen. We could go for a walk, maybe get some ice cream?”
Owen grinned at her. “I’d like that.”