Charming was Jack's middle name. Along with Dashing, Good looking, and humble. Jack closed his eyes as she kissed his forehead, lightly squeezing her hand once more. The last thing he wanted was for her to be blaming herself for what happened. Yes, it was her fault, buthe didn't blame her. And Jack, too, wouldn't have traded what happened for anything. Between Rose and the Doctor, they had made him into a better man.
"Amazing? Oh... I had a fair idea you'd say that. I'm also wonderful and a bloody good dancer too." If only he had his music here. He always thought he was a better dancer than the Doctor, however. But he wouldn't say that aloud to anyone, particularly Rose.
At first, he thought that squinty-eyed look was intended for him and Jack nearly asked what he had done to deserve it. Then, Jack realised he was about to bear the brunt of Rose's annoyance for the Doctor.
"Yes," Jack said with a bitter laugh. "He knew. Didn't tell you and left me behind on Satellite 5 as well. Hell, he never got word to me that you hadn't died at Canary Wharf for that matter. Man rather likes keeping his companions in the dark, doesn't he?"