"Just worked a job, I think. That was my reward." He laughed but it was a little flat. He was trying though, trying so hard. He'd been trying so hard for too many years.

"Non alcoholic cocktails, I hope. I know you when you've had a drink. You're all hands."

He sighed, and his voice softened a little. His hand moved from the Doctor's hand out to touch further along his arm.

"It's nice to talk to you and have you talk back," he said quietly.