He doesn't register much as Romana and Mark walk him out, all he feels is numb. Rose, his Rose, she's...
He looks up, sees Jack walking out of the Residence. He can half feel Romana's hand in his, and he pulls away, walks numbly over to where Jack is standing. He meets the other man's eyes, and blinks, feeling an odd sort of stinging.
Without saying a word, he reaches out to the bundle in his arms. Gently pulling back the coat, he runs a hand along her face. Rassilon, she looks so young...
"Rose."
He isn't sure whether that was said aloud or in his head, he can't tear his eyes from her face. He wants to hold her, though part of him doesn't think he'll be able to handle the feel of her, limp and lifeless, and he meets Jack's eyes again as his arms wrap around her, silently asking for permission.