As the Doctor left the room Jack sunk himself down into a chair at the table. He leaned his elbows forward and buried his head in his hands. Today had been a very strange day. Very long and full of so many emotions. But then everything seemed like that lately.
He took a deep sigh and wondered if it was his fault. What happened to the Doctor out there in the water, he could have regenerated, he could have died and Jack had no evidence that he'd cared either way.
The Doctor was always such a wonderful man, and everyone Jack touched broke. Was he breaking the Doctor too?
He didn't hear him come back, so he was taken a little off guard, but as soon as he realised he was out of the bathroom, Jack pulled back his hands and took a deep breath. He was still sitting in his sodden clothes, but he had little inclination to change them.
"How're you doing?" he asked gently. Worried over the Doctor after what happened earlier. Worried in general. Nothing was right, and he longed for something that once was, but he felt more than ever it would only be a memory.
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He took a deep sigh and wondered if it was his fault. What happened to the Doctor out there in the water, he could have regenerated, he could have died and Jack had no evidence that he'd cared either way.
The Doctor was always such a wonderful man, and everyone Jack touched broke. Was he breaking the Doctor too?
He didn't hear him come back, so he was taken a little off guard, but as soon as he realised he was out of the bathroom, Jack pulled back his hands and took a deep breath. He was still sitting in his sodden clothes, but he had little inclination to change them.
"How're you doing?" he asked gently. Worried over the Doctor after what happened earlier. Worried in general. Nothing was right, and he longed for something that once was, but he felt more than ever it would only be a memory.