the style of a woman, the kiss of a man

Jack noted the data scrolling across his computer and the pages and pages of information about the deranged women spread out across the table. He sighed, lamenting how much he missed his team, missed Owen and Tosh, missed the Hub and its battery of computers.

The kettle whistled on the counter behind him. He didn’t move, letting it build up its steam, missing Ianto most of all.

—Torchwood novel - Exodus Code (John and Carole E. Barrowman)

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