He really disliked it when she acted like this, grown up and headstrong as if she knew everything, understood everything. She didn't, and it was really infringing upon his comfort zone with all of this talk of feelings and determination. The Doctor was used to being in control, and by the same token, Rose listening to him when he told her something—it really was in her best interest, most of the time—but the experiences between parallel Earth and Torchwood had apparently sunk their claws in too deep and he knew she wasn't going to budge an inch on the subject if he so chose to pursue it further.
The Doctor had that look on his face, the one that didn't rear its ugly head until someone had reached in and pulled out all of his dirty secrets, the things he didn't like to speak of, and laid them down upon the table for all to see. His face was drawn, the lines ironed out around his eyes and building between his brows with a hard, penetrating stare that only wavered when she reached to recapture his hands, stilling their nervous fidget. She made him feel naked, stripped of his armor and it was unnerving enough to make him feel like running in three different directions.
“. . And look where its gotten you,” he muttered, voice growing bleaker by the minute. She couldn't just push, push, push and expect him to take it. He was a nine hundred year old Time Lord, she just barely into her twenties, she was an infant in his eyes and she didn't know the first thing about his life. “Stranded in a dimension that you don't belong in, wasting away little by little as the days progress, because you're always waiting for something, someone, but he never comes, because he can't. You've put your entire life on hold, locked up in dark rooms, building a device to get you back, and when you finally do, after everything you've sacrificed to get back to him, he turns around and walks away, leaving you right where you started,” he chides bitterly, fingertips beginning to slip away from her hands once more as he retreats into the cushion of the wooden booth at his back.