Jack understood. It made it easier, somehow, knowing that Jack really, genuinely understood.

The Doctor didn't hug Jack back. He stood there, stiffly, almost afraid that if he moved he'd start lashing out again. He was so angry with himself, so angry with the universe, and so utterly furious at whatever the storm they'd been running from was. Before, it was something frightening. Now, it had killed.

"I didn't even know if it was a boy or a girl," he said. "Just like me, though. Never thinking to ask until it's too late."