"That you're hurt," he says quietly. "That... I hurt you, that night. That... I didn't flirt back at the New Year's Eve party." He takes a shuddering sigh, but continues to look at her eyes. "That so many people died. That my Rose is gone... and the Doctor isn't talking to me right now. That Artemis is... gone... that..."
He swallows again.
"That's a long list. And no, I'm not fine, but it's easier than going into... everything I just mentioned." He blinks, realizes his hand is still on her bruise and pulls it away. "Sorry..."