No, the invitation just seemed to imply that if I didn't take it right at that moment, I would never be invited again. Given the choice between a mystery and a life most likely working for Torchwood, I went with the obvious option.
Well of course I kissed her! She's Rose! Not to mention I've got this little nagging bit of Donna in my head telling me to be a man and not run away like a stupid git. She deserved a load of better things. You just couldn't give her the option. She might have opted to stay with me in Pete's world anyway, but did you ask if that's what she wanted? No. You just ran off while she was distracted. I'm not blaming you, I mean, we both know I'd do the same thing in your position, but that doesn't make it any more right.
...I'm beginning to gather that I've a bit more Donna in me than I even realized. I keep wanting to call the both of us utter berks.