Jack looked at the Doctor, directly at him, and didn't drop his gaze. Part of him wanted to, it was hard to look at the Doctor. It didn't used to be, maybe this was a recent thing. He never used to feel so raw.

He smiled at the apology. He didn't need it, though he'd be lying if he said he didn't want it.

"You don't have to be," he whispered to him. "But thank you. For saying it."

Giving him a long look, he smiled, "I'm not all bad, am I?"