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Whenever Tosh had tried to talk to Owen before—before he'd died, before he'd come back again, before every possible shit hit every possible fan, interdimensional or otherwise—she'd always been surprised by her lack of true eloquence. Whatever she meant to say had always come out wrong, twisted, as if Owen were in charge of her very mind and had been toying with it for his own amusement.
And then Owen would laugh, and Tosh would turn away, ashamed, and the moment would be lost forever.
So it's not a very big surprise, not really, that now when they both have nothing else to lose but their lives, that Tosh is suddenly able to put to words what she'd been feeling all this time. "I love you," she whispers, knowing that she cannot physically reach out to him any longer, yet still trying to with one bloodied hand. "I always have."
"I know," Owen tells her, and Tosh smiles, just before the meltdown sirens go off and drown them both.
