"Oh stop moaning. A few hours ago, I didn't have any legs, you've just got a scratch, who do you think wins?" he moved his hand back though, and gave the Doctor's leg an apologetic look. It was him after all that'd caused that. Shooting him! What was he thinking?!

"Good," Jack grinned wide and wrapped around the Doctor in turn, tugging him against him to share his body heat.

"Retcon? It's an amnesia drug," he let a hand fall lazily against the Doctor's hair, and twisted a strand gently around his finger. Far too cosy really. It was very comfortable. "Pretty mild one. Usually used to forget a few hours or so. Torchwood used it, though it was my special recipe."