She muffled a laugh behind her hand. No one ever deserved to be sad, but Clara just tended to gravitate to people who were sad. The smile widens on her face at the touch of his hand. Clara wondered how much he saw her and how much he saw the ghost of her future self.
Well, she wasn't a ghost.
Clara threw her arms up around him and clung. It was odd for her, she admitted, but it felt like she needed it. She just needed to be held for awhile. It wasn't what the Doctor did, but, hopefully he'd indulge her this one time.