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"I'll let you in on a secret," Jack murmured, tipping her head up ever so slightly."Until I saw the Doctor again, I thought you were too. I thought Canary Wharf had been your end. Never saw your name, but still..." He had been afraid that she'd been a victim of that whole debacle and he would have (figuratively speaking) wanted to kill himself if he let anything happen to her.
No, he wasn't their Doctor but in a sense, he was as close to the man as they'd get at the present. If both of them had been caught up in all of this, perhaps it was possible for others to come. Jack wouldn't turn down an opportunity to see the Doctor again. Not in the slightest.
Jack nudged Rose ever so slightly, moving her to the side so h e could fully sit on the chair, pulling her into his arms when the armrest wasn't making itself intimately known. (And, really, to dig into his arse like that, he should be bought dinner first.) Jack carded his fingers through her hair, taking as much comfort from their closeness as she most likely was. "I agree Rose Tyler," Jack said, closing his eyes and resting his cheek against her temple. "Not that it isn't easy to strike up friendships? Or... anything else besides," He said, laughing. "But I'd choose you and the Doctor anyday to travel with. Or be stuck in the middle of some godforsaken universe." The laugh turned bitter for a moment. "At least there aren't any Daleks around. Thank god for small favours."