The Doctor was caught off guard with that statement and his head turned a fraction to consider the girl at his side with a curious expression, mouth parted in a small ‘o’ when he paused to consider his response. The swinging motion between their hands almost ceased with the distraction, but it was fleeting at best and he recovered quickly, balking at the confession with breezy laughter without missing a step.
“Naaaah,” he enunciated loudly, giving her hand a squeeze as he hopped the curb of a new street, eyes taking note of the passing pedestrians and little shops that dotted the other side of the street.
“No one likes a worry wart. Takes away the thrill of adventure if you spend all your time dwelling on the unknown,” and while he flashed Rose a bright, lopsided grin, he tried to take his own advice, even when his gaze hardened on the town ahead. The singing in his head was now a cacophony of sound and impossible to ignore.