"I've got one," Jack said pointedly, "haven't I? Don't need another."
He watched him with caution. He wanted him to be okay. He wanted him to be okay probably more than he wanted anything at all.
"No," Jack said, "we're not doing that any more. Not just in the past, what I did... what I almost did..." he shook his head. "Just talk to me. Okay? Talk to me. We're not going to end up there again. We're just not."
He reached his hand out and touched it over the top of the Doctor's, squeezing it slightly before looking distractedly at the screen.
"90s Earth, sounds good. And we've got sand by the looks of it."
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Date: 2010-03-16 05:18 am (UTC)He watched him with caution. He wanted him to be okay. He wanted him to be okay probably more than he wanted anything at all.
"No," Jack said, "we're not doing that any more. Not just in the past, what I did... what I almost did..." he shook his head. "Just talk to me. Okay? Talk to me. We're not going to end up there again. We're just not."
He reached his hand out and touched it over the top of the Doctor's, squeezing it slightly before looking distractedly at the screen.
"90s Earth, sounds good. And we've got sand by the looks of it."