"A sister," he replies, because there's no point in asking questions he's not willing to answer in return. "Rhiannon. She's... Four years older than me. Married, two kids. David and Mica." He shrugs slightly. "I see them on holidays sometimes, but you know. Torchwood didn't really give us days off." He wasn't sure he would have wanted to take them if they did.

He doesn't need to say that they're all he has left, now. But they are. And he's a pretty shitty family member himself, when it comes down to it. It's not like he's off on some mission in the stars, he's just in Cardiff. But it's his job, yes, and everything he's seen, and everything he can't talk about. He's always found it easier to just stay away.