"Oh, she wouldn't. She likes you." That much was true, at least. Probably because she felt responsible, too. And there was a shadow over his face.
"I'm sorry. For everything." Everything Jack had become and been through because of him. His first death, his revival, the vortex energy burning inside him, the constant of his existence and all the suffering it had put him through. The year with the Master and all the pain it had caused him, all because of his loyalty to the man ultimately responsible for all of it. "You're impossible, you know?"
There was a slight smile before he continued. "And I don't mean... you know, all that. I mean how you haven't punched me yet."
Jack's smile faded when the tone of the conversation changed so suddenly. Why was he apologising? Jack wasn't entirely sure, though he had a pretty good idea so far... He didn't want him to feel sad or responsible for what had happened to him, but he couldn't help the fact that the closure did feel nice. He pulled the shirt on and started fastening the buttons, finding it somewhat hard to look at the Doctor without feeling awkward.
"There's no reason to," he said. "I'm not going to punch you, Doctor. You haven't done anything to deserve it. In fact, it was you that kept me sane the last year. If I didn't have the hope that you would fix everything in the end... I don't know what I would have done. I knew that he hadn't killed you, so I knew everything would work out." He shrugged and sighed. "And if I hadn't come chasing after you, none of this would have happened. So if anyone deserves to get punched, it's probably me."
"Punch you? Do I look like I want to bruise my hand?" There, maybe a joke would lighten the mood again, at least end the spiral of guilt he was on. Besides, Jack was almost dressed now, that should make this a bit less dangerous. One never knew when he might decide to just drop the towel and that would most definitely be awkward.
"If there's anything you need, just... You know, let me know. Or tell the TARDIS, I think the old girl has a crush on you anyway."
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"I'm sorry. For everything." Everything Jack had become and been through because of him. His first death, his revival, the vortex energy burning inside him, the constant of his existence and all the suffering it had put him through. The year with the Master and all the pain it had caused him, all because of his loyalty to the man ultimately responsible for all of it. "You're impossible, you know?"
There was a slight smile before he continued. "And I don't mean... you know, all that. I mean how you haven't punched me yet."
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"There's no reason to," he said. "I'm not going to punch you, Doctor. You haven't done anything to deserve it. In fact, it was you that kept me sane the last year. If I didn't have the hope that you would fix everything in the end... I don't know what I would have done. I knew that he hadn't killed you, so I knew everything would work out." He shrugged and sighed. "And if I hadn't come chasing after you, none of this would have happened. So if anyone deserves to get punched, it's probably me."
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"If there's anything you need, just... You know, let me know. Or tell the TARDIS, I think the old girl has a crush on you anyway."