Jack laughed at the Doctor's smugness. Somehow it managed to be endearing and not annoying. Maybe simply because Jack knew it was well placed. The Doctor deserved to be smug, whether he truly was or not.
He didn't expect the Doctor to answer his question, so he was perhaps a little surprised when he did. He ducked his head a little. "So he stayed on board a while then," he asked, but more a statement than a question. Made a pact to kill him, but didn't get kicked off. That knowledge really stung.
"Yeah, well," he sighed, "always miss them when they're gone."
He looked down at the ground and played with a pebble or two between his fingers, just to give himself something to focus on, but glanced up again hearing the Doctor's words.
"No you're not," he said fondly. Too fondly, and reached his hand out to touch the Doctor's arm. "You're pretty damn good at it, actually."
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He didn't expect the Doctor to answer his question, so he was perhaps a little surprised when he did. He ducked his head a little. "So he stayed on board a while then," he asked, but more a statement than a question. Made a pact to kill him, but didn't get kicked off. That knowledge really stung.
"Yeah, well," he sighed, "always miss them when they're gone."
He looked down at the ground and played with a pebble or two between his fingers, just to give himself something to focus on, but glanced up again hearing the Doctor's words.
"No you're not," he said fondly. Too fondly, and reached his hand out to touch the Doctor's arm. "You're pretty damn good at it, actually."