And if Jack had thought he could hide his emotion then he couldn't, not now, not when the Doctor made his admission.
"I love you too," he said back to him, his voice choked up. "And I always will. Whoever you are."
But then while that was true it wasn't as true as he might like it to be. Because Jack always loved the Doctor, yes, but he was in love with this Doctor. And he'd miss him. Oh how he'd miss him.
But he went on and there was something wrong? It sent him into an internal panic. What if it didn't work? What if the Doctor died and didn't regenerate at all? It was too terrifying to imagine.
He shook his head sharply and looked again down to the water. For a moment he plunged himself back underneath and looked out at the occasional sparks of electricity. One of which seemed to curl around the Doctor's form.
He again came to the surface. "It's the current!" he said. "There's some sort of connection to you."
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"I love you too," he said back to him, his voice choked up. "And I always will. Whoever you are."
But then while that was true it wasn't as true as he might like it to be. Because Jack always loved the Doctor, yes, but he was in love with this Doctor. And he'd miss him. Oh how he'd miss him.
But he went on and there was something wrong? It sent him into an internal panic. What if it didn't work? What if the Doctor died and didn't regenerate at all? It was too terrifying to imagine.
He shook his head sharply and looked again down to the water. For a moment he plunged himself back underneath and looked out at the occasional sparks of electricity. One of which seemed to curl around the Doctor's form.
He again came to the surface. "It's the current!" he said. "There's some sort of connection to you."