Characters: Tosh, Owen.
Written For: Challenge 563: Zone at tw100.
Summary: Owen doesn’t understand a word Tosh is saying, but he loves to hear her talk.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Tosh was explaining the latest upgrades she’d made to the Hub’s security systems, and while Owen understood on a basic level that whatever it was she’d done would keep their base and everyone in it safer, the details were way over his head.
There’d been a time, not so long ago, when he would have said something insulting about Tosh’s inability to explain anything in plain, understandable English, but now he just allowed himself to zone out, letting her gentle voice wash over him and watching the way the boardroom lights burnished her skin and made her dark hair gleam like spun silk.
He was still staring dreamily at her when she finished speaking and sat down.
Once the morning meeting was over and the team were filing out to get on with whatever work they had waiting on their desks, Tosh stood, shuffling her papers together.
“Did you even bother to listen?” she chided Owen from behind the curtain of her hair.
“Toshiko, my love, I hung on every word you said, I just didn’t understand any of it. Maybe you could explain it all to me later, usin’ words those of us who aren’t science geeks can understand.”