Dead or not, he'd thought he would never see her again. He'd thought he'd lost her forever, this wonderful girl who helped to save him from himself and show him how much more there was to his life than just trying to score points against the Time Agency.
She'd been one of his dearest friends, and he's grieved not only for thinking she was dead, but for over a century before that for the loss of her and the Doctor and the times they'd had travelling together.
When Rose pulls away, she's still grinning, and so's he.
He laughs.
"I don't know, a couple of lines around the eyes, maybe," he says. She doesn't know what she did to him, doesn't know what he is, or what she condemned him to when she brought him back from the dead. "But just as handsome as I ever was."
It's so good to see her, he hardly knows what to say.
And he'd never hold it against her, even if she did.
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She'd been one of his dearest friends, and he's grieved not only for thinking she was dead, but for over a century before that for the loss of her and the Doctor and the times they'd had travelling together.
When Rose pulls away, she's still grinning, and so's he.
He laughs.
"I don't know, a couple of lines around the eyes, maybe," he says. She doesn't know what she did to him, doesn't know what he is, or what she condemned him to when she brought him back from the dead. "But just as handsome as I ever was."
It's so good to see her, he hardly knows what to say.
And he'd never hold it against her, even if she did.