"What?" Jack said, lifting himself up a little. Were he a little puppy, his ears would most definitely have pricked up sky high.
"You've met me in the future? What am I like? Am I-- No. No actually, no. I don't want to know. Do I still have all my hair? No, don't tell me that either. Tell me something else."
Were he feeling less drunk and more together, that nugget of information might worry him or give him more cause for thought. But as it is, his head is too fuzzy for that. Later though, he might remember.
"And don't worry, you'll always have your mystery," Jack said, leaning himself back down, grinning over at him, "and you'll always be worth something to me."
Shifting himself over on his coat, inching closer to the Doctor, he flapped his hand out a little and smacked it against the Doctor's leg, his movements all a little delayed and drunken. "Go on," he urged, "tell me something nice. I'll even retcon it out of me if you're that embarrassed."
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"You've met me in the future? What am I like? Am I-- No. No actually, no. I don't want to know. Do I still have all my hair? No, don't tell me that either. Tell me something else."
Were he feeling less drunk and more together, that nugget of information might worry him or give him more cause for thought. But as it is, his head is too fuzzy for that. Later though, he might remember.
"And don't worry, you'll always have your mystery," Jack said, leaning himself back down, grinning over at him, "and you'll always be worth something to me."
Shifting himself over on his coat, inching closer to the Doctor, he flapped his hand out a little and smacked it against the Doctor's leg, his movements all a little delayed and drunken. "Go on," he urged, "tell me something nice. I'll even retcon it out of me if you're that embarrassed."