That clinched it. She set her fork down, grabbed their glasses, and went for the lager. It'd been sitting in there for weeks, untouched because she hadn't loathed herself enough yet to drink alone -- but now... now.
The pack came with her, along with a bottle opener. She made with the opening, then pushed one across the table. Something told her that three each just wasn't going to be enough. There was a corner store a few blocks down, though. She was glad she had her sneakers on.
"Don't think you ever bored me," she said, before she remembered again that it hadn't been him she was remembering. She hid her sour expression by gulping a third of the bottle, then wincing when she came up for air. "So tell me. What's the one good thing about all of this?"
What could it possibly be? She couldn't think of anything good. Her Mum and Dad together again -- and Toby. Of course, Toby. But she knew without a doubt that she'd trade the lot of them for her Doctor. Maybe that made her a bad daughter. Maybe her mum wouldn't ever forgive her if she disappeared forever. But her Doctor was alone. He was alone, and he didn't deserve to be.
Her thoughts went back to the one across the table again. He'd stopped being frenetic and strange, a few weeks ago. Settling in, that's what Mum'd said. Rose suspected it was something else.