"It's not all about you, you great, humungous knob head!" She threw her hands up in the air, face contorted, and yes there was water brimming in her eyes. "The world doesn't revolve around you, Doctor. And until you even spend your life wonderin' what your dad or mum was like, especially as a kid, and then have time and space pull the carpet from under ya--don't you dare tell me what to do."
And she was crying.
Because she'd never put that sort of loneliness, that sort of hole in her daughter's heart--even if she isn't her daughter yet.
Rose ignored the waitress. Was she making a big scene? Who cared! It wasn't Rose's fault that he had the emotional range of a tea spoon. "Sometimes I think you're emotionally retarded or something--ungh!"