Characters: Rhys, Gwen, Jack.
Written For: Challenge 529: Frustration at tw100.
Summary: Looks like Rhys will be eating dinner alone yet again.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Turning off the cooker, Rhys slumped against the kitchen counter, helpless frustration flooding through him. Gwen had just called to say she’d be working late again; that was the third time this week! He was starting to wonder why he bothered making dinner for two when more often than not he’d wind up eating alone.
Since when did he have to fight for his girlfriend’s attention? He knew the answer to that: since she started that new job of hers. She’d rather spend her time with her flashy American boss, all white teeth and film star good looks. In a way, he could understand it; how was an ordinary bloke like him supposed to compete with someone who looked like that?
Was she sleeping with him yet? Would she tell him if she was, break up with him, or just keep stringing him along? Her boss for excitement and thrills, good old reliable Rhys for stability, housework, and home-cooked meals, when she could be bothered to show up for them.
The worse part was, he’d probably let her get away with it as long as he didn’t know for sure she was cheating on him. He loved her that much.