"She loved you," the Doctor said, firmly. "Some people go their entire lives never feeling loved like that. And you two had it."

While there was still jealousy boiling under his skin, he had to admit he didn't mind so much. Sarah Jane spent so long loving the Doctor and him unable to love her back---not the same way, at least---that it was right that she found someone who loved her exactly for who she was. No "excepts" or "maybes" or "Oh, look, I've taken you home rather than coming with me"s.

"What happened on that birthday?" he asked. "With the picnic?"