"Not interested? Gods, Jack, what do people do to you when they are interested?" The Doctor had to chuckle despite the awkward and tense situation. His hearts were beating up to his throat and he had to swallow to at least try and get them to stop... Well, beating up a samba, as someone had described it once. "This isn't about me not being interested, I just don't..." He tugged on his hair as he tried to find the right words. "I'm good at the dramatic rescues and holding hands while running from danger. Or right toward danger. Anything else, I..."

He smiled bitterly. "Somewhere out there Rose Tyler is still waiting for me to say..." He shook his head sadly and then he stepped toward the bed again, one hand on Jack's shoulder as he caught his eyes. "It's what he said, remember? You shouldn't want to be mine." And then he kissed him again, softer this time, but also less on the edge. Less as if he was about to run.