[for gwen]

Jack had parked himself on the sofa in the rec room with a cup of coffee to get him to something like awake. He'd just finished and put away the newest Torchwood...that bookshelf made him want to die a thousand times sometimes. So Tosh knew his secret. His most closely guarded secret. As soon as he'd finished, he found scissors and shredded the tape into tiny pieces and fed them into the fireplace.

Details, details, details were piling up like weights on his shoulders. He really almost hoped for a catastrophe just so he'd quit thinking about himself for five minutes.