work loads | rosethetyler
He'd been working, sitting in a small office inside of Torchwood. He'd been scribbling away, while deciphering pictures. Gwen had asked for his help, and he'd obliged. He had taken up working with Torchwood now, finding that it was relaxing, He could use his expansive knowledge to help the team keep the Earth safe.
He dropped his pen and slid his hands through his hair. He leaned back in his chair and stared at the pictures and scribblings in front of him. He exhaled heavily then lifted his eyes up at the sound of footsteps.
And he smiled. "Hello?"










