The words were like yet another pang to his hearts and he might have told Jack to stop talking, but there was no time to waste. He felt Jack's presence more than he saw him, always so wrong, always a disturbance in the fabric of time. He reached out to him, cupped the back of his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. No other word for it, immediate and deep and desperate, more than anything else, desperate, as if he needed him to live, as if he wanted to get to his very essence.

His other arm was still wound tightly around the Master's body while he kissed Jack, eyes closed. He needed focus, there was no time to formulate a better plan. He couldn't lose him.