"I'm just glad I'll be able to tell you to shut up," he admitted, letting his fingertips gently move back and forth over the fabric of the Doctor's sleeve.

It was still, in many ways, hard to realise. Realise that he was here and real and alive. And with the events of the last few hours, focusing on life... Jack would really rather do.

The question though, made him duck his head. He couldn't lie, but nor did he want to answer truthfully. He didn't answer.