Jack wrapped his arms just as tightly around the Doctor and gripped onto him for dear life; as though he was terrified he might just fade away if he didn't. He ducked his head in a little, burying it in the crook of the Doctor's, taking comfort in his arms and the familiarity of his grasp.

"I'm sorry," he said again, muffled against the collar of the Doctor's suit. "I got us into all this. I got you hurt, I put you in all this danger and for what? I'm dangerous, Doctor, and I hurt everyone I love."

He could say it like that, because as much as they both knew he was using the word love in the same sentence as referring to the Doctor, he a) wasn't looking at him as he said it, and b) was talking generally enough for it to be glossed over.

"You should be in the TARDIS now, or exploring the wild hills on Kirdap Major, not here with me, not having to go through all of this. I've done nothing the last few weeks but make it difficult for you."

Each word was spoken as he still held tight onto the Doctor. Held tight and clung to what time they had.