He nodded with a sad smile, nto quite sure how he could explain it without damaging the already fragile timelines. "I was dying, but you were great, Rose. You were fantastic, honestly. You came back for me. If you hadn't, I wouldn't have even had a chance of regenerating. You were... amazing," he insisted, smiling affectionately.
He longed to pull her into his arms. He wanted to hold her, kiss her, finish the sentence... but he didn't even know how this Rose felt. Did she love him yet? If she did, it was the other Doctor, not him. He was a stranger now, and the thought of it made his hearts ache.