Fandom: Torchwood
Character: Owen-centric, mention of others.
Wordcount: 100
Rating: G
Notes: Includes references to A Day In The Death and Fragments.
Written for
consci_fan_mo in response to Horrors Most Profound by 
donutsweeper Summary: More about that coffee thing.
Owen sees the grimaces and pretends not to notice the sniggers. They cut as deeply as the scalpel he can’t feel any more, but he won’t bother defending himself to them.
He survived medical school, didn’t he? Of course, he knows how to make good coffee. Deep, soul-reviving coffee, so rich that Ianto himself would be forced to genuflect before it. He brewed a pot every morning that he and Katie were together.
She’d inhale sensually and look up at him through sleepy eyes, smiling as she took the first grateful sip.
That’s why he can’t do it anymore.
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