Rose plopped herself on a barren swing and lazily pumped her legs, making it move softly--and then her pace grew faster, and faster, but she was still listening to his rant, even if she dozed off for once or twice.
However, his little theatrics really reminded her of a little child using his imagination. And for the life of her, Rose couldn't hold back a small grin. There were times when he seemed cold as ice; times when he seemed erratic, ever changing like the untamed sea; and then there were the times when the spark of childlike wonder graced his countenance--each time, she loved him.
And he'd give up his wanderlust for a normal, every day life--with her. She stopped the swing with her feet as soon as it sunk in. He even mentioned Sara, freely even, and he didn't once wince. "You'd do that for me?" She breathed out, her heart in her stomach. "I..." Oh, the act alone was brilliant enough; just knowing he loved her enough, that he might love Sara one day, was all she needed to hear. He didn't have too. Didn't he raise Susan on the TARDIS? And from what Sara said of her world, she was raised on the TARDIS.
She still wondered if Sara was conceived on the TARDIS. Because, well--that would just be tacky. Rose had to make a face at that thought.
"'Sides, wouldn't want to cramp your style, would I?"
To show her teasing, Rose poked her tongue between her teeth and gave a soft laugh.