The Doctor threw his arms around Rose, expecting her to relax into his grasp. Instead she tensed up and he felt a twinge of regret for a casuality that seemed might be lost forever. He dropped his chin to rest it on the top of her head, knowing she hated how "weird" it felt when he spoke.

"That was very big of you... Inviting Sarah Jane along."

She scoffed, her resulting movement causing his chin to bob.

"Sure."

Her voice was one of practiced flippancy. One he used far too often to be fooled by.

This would take a while.


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