"I don't care what you think on the matter; I adore her, I love her. And, yes, you're not the only one on my mind anymore. That doesn't mean I care about you any less." The last part was much softer than before. Before she sounded snappy, but he did sound like a jealous child. "And don't be a knob head about it." Well--he needed to hear that! Rose might not be as readily to tear him a new one like Donna was, but she did when she felt it was appropriate. He didn't mean to be rude; it was just how this body was built. Just like Rose couldn't help being a chav.
"Just...if I talk about her, and you don't want to--think of bunnies, or something." She offered a hip-bump. "If it helps, I think Susan is pretty amazing too?" And from what she gathered, he raised his granddaughter. She really only spoken to her a few times, but she was nice enough. And adorable--but she figured out fast that Susan, being an adult in a child's physique, didn't like it too much when Rose tried to pinch her cheeks (but really, she had beanie babies and that made Rose's heart melt!)
And then he opened a door. Rose was a human. True, humans had certain abilities of hypersensitivity but Rose wasn't one of them. She suddenly felt her legs give out from under her. It was a bit of a scene, really; sitting on the floor with her head in her hands. The images she saw? Images of a beautiful blonde woman with really stylish shoes, and so many other faces appeared in her mind--images of his past.
And that was why he was so terrified of opening up.
Rose was going to die someday. He knew that; she knew that. Until that day came, she wanted to live her life to the fullest. She only wanted him to live his too--no matter how many he had left. And to Rose, Sara was sort of a beacon of hope. That, on the off chance he couldn't really life forever, someone else could pick up after him. If she wanted to that was? Or even Susan? Both were a bit small, but she figured they'd deal alright.
But Romana...he, at one time, saw her the same way his current body saw Rose. And that made Rose's heart go out to him.
Her head still felt awful, her stomach a bit nauseous for the unplanned invasion, but weak hands reached up to clasp the Doctor's own hands, squeezing them again. "I love you."