"Thank you," he murmured, content for the moment just to be held by Owen. "I'm sorry...so sorry for the things I said. I didn't mean it. You're not...you don't use people. You care. I'm sorry. I'm sorry." Owen wasn't going to abandon him like the Master had. Owen would keep him safe. Owen would look after him, like the Master had promised he would before he left him alone.
He twisted in Owen's hold, pressing his mouth to the doctor's with no small amount of desperation. He couldn't honestly say why, except that Owen made him feel protected and he needed Owen to understand just how glad he was that he was here and that he wasn't going to leave.