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[Everyone will no doubt notice a new addition to the Plane: a giant Christmas tree. Yes, it’s decorated. Lights, ornaments, candy canes, the works. EVEN TINSEL. Tinsel rocks. Lots of tinsel, really.

There are also quite a few presents stacked under the tree. Each is addressed to a person on the Plane with hilariously appropriate - or possibly inappropriate - wrapping paper.

There is a sign near the tree which reads, “Thank you very much for helping us. Please accept a gift, completely and utterly free. It is our payment. We feel you’ve earned it! Did you know some trees stay green in the winter? But they‘re so prickly.”

At the bottom of the sign a small scribbled note reads, “We tried to bake cookies but even we wouldn’t eat those.”]

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[...this isn't making him feel any more comfortable. :|] Right. I'll go and get those biscuits then, shall I?

[dazed blinking as she gazes up into his face, looking distinctly love-struck] Naaah, don't think I need any more biscuits.

[Ianto meanwhile has what is unmistakably a 'why me?' face.] Me neither. I think I could probably use whiskey a bit more right now.

Did I ever tell you that I - [and she giggles, then leans in and kisses him softly]

[Ianto's feeling really uncomfortable now, and is sort of frozen in place.]

[oblivious!high!Tosh is oblivious; she wraps her arms around Ianto and keeps kissing him]

[Ianto leans as far away from her as he can, and attempts to push her head back slightly.] Tosh, I... I'm really not Owen.

[oh, dear, now she's nuzzling his neck] Mmm, of course you are. You smell like him and everything. [these must be some damn good hallucinogenic cookies]

[Seriously fighting the urge to just drop and go hide somewhere now.] I'm not, though. I'm really not.

[aaaand cue drunken mood swing! Tosh buries her head in his shoulder and starts crying] Oh, God. I bloody hate Christmas.

[As if he didn't already feel bad enough. He rubs her back in a way that is meant to be soothing, but probably comes across more awkward than anything.] It's not that bad, Tosh. We just need to got back to the Hub and find the real Owen, or something.

[sniffles] It doesn't matter. 'm going to be alone wherever I go. All these people, with friends and family and significant others...I've not got any of that. Being alone at Christmas is horrible.

We're friends, aren't we? Me, you, and the rest of the team. So you aren't really alone.

I've not got any friends outside of work, though. I go home, and my flat's empty. Nobody's there. Nobody's ever there.

I don't talk to anyone outside work either. None of us do really.

I just...I wish I had someone to be close to, really. Like Gwen and Rhys. Or...well, it doesn't matter. 's not going to happen.

You don't know that. You've never tried talking to Owen about your feelings. Not really.

[a sniffly snort] Oh, yeah, I'm sure that would go well.

You won't know without trying. Sometimes Owen just needs things spelling out for him.

[eyeroll] 'm not his type.

You're a step up from his usual type. Several steps, actually. Doesn't mean he won't like you.

[she's still leaning against him, even though it seems she knows who he is again; Tosh really just wants simple human contact] D'you remember when I had that pendant, Ianto?

It's hardly something I'd forget, is it?

Mm. I read his thoughts, his and Gwen's. They aren't especially fond of me, you know.

It isn't as if that device let you read all of their thoughts.

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