"You should have died," The Doctor agreed. "Instead a miracle had to go ahead and happen."
He could mourn that if he wanted. Some people did. It wasn't the Doctor's place to judge him. Everybody lives, just not at the same time. No use in telling him his date probably found another. Six would have, but Six had always been a royal ass.
"Those people in the big black cars weren't drawing weapons. We didn't run from a hail of bullets. They were protecting you. Like I said, you must be important."
She very gently took his other hand and held it. "They can worry a little longer. Generally speaking, miracles call for a celebration. I can't imagine how hungry you must be. You want to go celebrate? Nothing big. I'm not a Rockefeller after all."