"You'll never bee like him," Jack says as though it were fact. "You could never be that cruel. Never." He pulled the Doctor's hand close, kissing the top of it, as if somehow he might absorb the thought via osmosis.

"I know you can, Doctor, but he's clever... I don't want him getting to you." He squeezed the Doctor's hand and looked to him with pleading eyes. "Please don't throw me out. Not yet. You might not need me, exactly, but I don't think I'm done needing you yet, either."