The Doctor wanted to tell him it was all right, and everything would be forgiven. After all, he'd worked hard to repress the previous evening so it wouldn't hold too much on now or keep him from moving forward. Repression was a tool, and the Doctor wielded it well.

But it wasn't all right, and no matter what Jack promised, the Doctor was certain it wasn't over. Even now, despite all of his many, many self-promises to stay sane and keep from suicidal exploits, the Doctor still leapt from a hovering space craft through a window. Granted, he had planned to land on the window and the force of the fall tossed him through, but such an act was so idiotically suicidal.

If Jack was that ready to die, he'd be that ready again.

He considered saying such a thing, but his attention was swiftly broken. "That's not good," he said.