Jack could understand that. He could empathise with that. Being tired. Jack had spent so many years tired and searching. Worn by the things he'd seen, the things he did. They'd had a heavy few days, so many different emotions, it was hard to imagine it'd only been a few days really. That it'd only been a few weeks since the Doctor found him in that bar.
A lot really had happened.
"I know," Jack sighed and reached his hand out to touch the Doctor's leg again, giving a gentle squeeze. "But you'll be home soon. Back to the TARDIS, and she'll be glad to see you. And then you can curl up and rest as long as you like, in that big old bed of yours. Assuming you've got a big old bed that is."
He felt a sudden wave of sadness that he'd never step foot on the TARDIS again, that even as they were, they were writing a final chapter of a story that he didn't want to end. Oh this really wasn't an emotion he wanted to take over.
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Date: 2009-11-13 08:56 am (UTC)A lot really had happened.
"I know," Jack sighed and reached his hand out to touch the Doctor's leg again, giving a gentle squeeze. "But you'll be home soon. Back to the TARDIS, and she'll be glad to see you. And then you can curl up and rest as long as you like, in that big old bed of yours. Assuming you've got a big old bed that is."
He felt a sudden wave of sadness that he'd never step foot on the TARDIS again, that even as they were, they were writing a final chapter of a story that he didn't want to end. Oh this really wasn't an emotion he wanted to take over.