The Doctor didn't pull away from Jack's touch. It felt companionable. It felt good, knowing he was here and not alone. It was bad now. It would be worse alone.

He leaned over and touched the side of Jack's chin, bringing his face into view. The bruises were healing, but the split and the sores were still dark and visible.

Bruises he'd inflicted.

It was really about time for one of those apologies.

"I'm sorry," he said. "Jack, I'm so sorry."