Using what little effort he had left, he forced himself onto his hands and knees, staggering awkwardly across the TARDIS so he could reach the Doctor. He really was dying, huh? That really wasn't fair. All his work to make sure that didn't happen and it happened anyway. "Why are you crying? It's just a regeneration."

They weren't so bad, were they? Was he being serious before, was he actually afraid to change his face? Dropping down beside him, his failing body struggling to give him much energy, he reached down to grip the Doctor's hand. He didn't say anything about it, he just did it.