She had spent the sum of nearly twenty years wanting him. Indeed, loving him. And Reinette had assumed that it was past the point of saying. The surely, they Doctor must know. But perhaps he needed to hear it as well.

Perhaps? That was something that was universal.

She tilted her head so that the fingers that caressed her cheek were now in turn brushed gently against her mouth. She kissed each and every finger in turn, gently loving the bruises that were there.

"I want you," she surmized simply.

I case he had not known.