Characters: Ianto, Owen.
Written For: Challenge 437: Nothing at tw100.
Summary: Owen is worried about Ianto.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
“It’s nothing,” Ianto insisted, turning away from Owen, walking stiffly.
“That’s hardly nothing, teaboy! Look at you, stiff as a board and walkin’ funny. What’s the problem? Is it your back? Your ribs? Your hip? You landed pretty hard yesterday when that alien threw you against the wall. Might have a hairline fracture, I should run a scan to be sure.”
“I said I’m okay.”
“I’m a doctor, you can tell me anything.”
“Fine. I’m walking funny because the lace panties I’m wearing chafe. Happy now?”
“I SO didn’t need to know that,” Owen groaned.
“Serves you right for asking.”