“Like I can play the organ,” he winked at her. “Piano is close to piano. Sara, you really are attached to her, eh?” he rubbed his chin. He was a little jealous of Sarah and his future self in a way.
He had that some what lost distant. “You know you shouldn’t get too tied up on her. We do shag and you have Sarah you do know your going to know her before she grows up. Rose, you really should try to avoid that. The thought knowing your doing that makes me more concern for you more than ever. I want you to be happy. I really do. When we do settle,” he shrugged his shoulders, “I will be there for you.” He rubbed hair from her face, he leaned down to her and gave her short kiss and than gone back for a longer deeper meaning kiss. He brought her in. He was thinking about her, he wanted to keep her safe. The thought of chips slipped. He wanted kiss Rose and that was satisfying for a little bit but he stepped back.
“Chips!” Changing moods like that. There really had to be a problem. Is there something the Doctor is hiding? Is he broken? What’s up? Who knows, it’s a mystery that the writer knows. Well, he’s been more open a little now with Rose.
He took her hand, gone in a small open late fish and chip shoppe. He sat down in a booth and he wasn’t sure where Rose was. In the same booth, powdering her nose, sitting next to him, playing toe game under the table or better off Rose could be under the table? Just kidding, so, where was Rose when they get there?