Jack took the Doctor's hand and gripped it, he shifted his own so that his fingers threaded with the Doctor's, and he smiled over at him.
It couldn't possibly mean so much, his name, not as much as the Doctor's did. Jack didn't even imagine it would. But it meant something. He didn't tell people, and he hadn't told anyone since leaving Boeshane. Maybe it was because he was here that he could say it. But then maybe not.
"Well," Jack said, looking down with a smile and back up and over at the buildings in the distance, "he used to sit and take apart his dad's droids, just to see how they work. He used to go to school just over there--" he reached out and pointed towards another small collection of sandy coloured blocks, "and he used to stay late reading more books than he had to just because he wanted to. He was the butt of jokes but good at turning it around."
He looked at the Doctor again and let out a laugh. "And he used to hold hands under the desks with this one boy in class."
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It couldn't possibly mean so much, his name, not as much as the Doctor's did. Jack didn't even imagine it would. But it meant something. He didn't tell people, and he hadn't told anyone since leaving Boeshane. Maybe it was because he was here that he could say it. But then maybe not.
"Well," Jack said, looking down with a smile and back up and over at the buildings in the distance, "he used to sit and take apart his dad's droids, just to see how they work. He used to go to school just over there--" he reached out and pointed towards another small collection of sandy coloured blocks, "and he used to stay late reading more books than he had to just because he wanted to. He was the butt of jokes but good at turning it around."
He looked at the Doctor again and let out a laugh. "And he used to hold hands under the desks with this one boy in class."