Jack almost smiled, almost. It twinged the corner of his lips and he turned his head towards the Doctor's for a moment.
"Yeah," he said gently, and he stepped around the Doctor to get to the cool-cupboard on the other side, placing his hand on the small of the Doctor's back as he moved around him. Such a discreet gesture, and not mentioned or drawn attention to, but intimate in it's private way.
He pulled a ceramic jug out and placed it out on the side and nodded, "From a cow, even."
On that, he shifted back to where he'd stood before and gently drew his hand away.
"Oh yeah?" he asked, "Well I think I've been me a lot longer than you've been you. Or that you, at least." And a smile of his own. "Since we're making this a competition. What is it, who can hate themselves the most?"
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"Yeah," he said gently, and he stepped around the Doctor to get to the cool-cupboard on the other side, placing his hand on the small of the Doctor's back as he moved around him. Such a discreet gesture, and not mentioned or drawn attention to, but intimate in it's private way.
He pulled a ceramic jug out and placed it out on the side and nodded, "From a cow, even."
On that, he shifted back to where he'd stood before and gently drew his hand away.
"Oh yeah?" he asked, "Well I think I've been me a lot longer than you've been you. Or that you, at least." And a smile of his own. "Since we're making this a competition. What is it, who can hate themselves the most?"