A/N: Drabble. Relevant to Ten and Four (and sorta Three). I own nothing.
Loving them is like breathing. It's easy, it comes naturally. It's an unconscious action. He just does it because he loves them in everything he does for them or with them. Breathing and loving don't require him to think about it to do it.
He just loves them: Rose and Sarah Jane; both brilliant, beautiful and cripplingly finite. Elegant Reinette, stuck on the slow path he can never travel. Even magnificent Romana, so much younger and carrying so much less emotional baggage. Loving them is like breathing, simply unconscious. His heart just loves and his lungs just breath.
But breathing becomes a little harder once you start thinking about it.