"Harkness, you're insane!"
"You're a psychiatrist now, Owen? What's your objection to Chester joining Torchwood?"
"Who's going to look after him? I don't want my supply orders bollocksed up because Teaboy is busy with Chester."
"I'll help," Gwen and Tosh say simultaneously.
"We'll take turns," Tosh adds.
"The girls won't get anything done if they're mooning over him," Owen grumbles.
Chester says nothing.
"I'll do it," Jack says. "Torchwood needs him. We've enough work chasing aliens without handling terrestrial problems, too."
Owen snorts. "He'll be in your bed every night. Not that I care."
Torchwood's new Rodent Control Officer purrs.