Re: quicklog: doctor/rose
[The Doctor lived a long time, and that meant he thought too much. Far too much. He didn't give in to his impulses and emotions, not nearly as much as it seemed. He put on a good face and bounced from place to place, that was true, but underneath the grins and quick talk, there was a cool, calculating eye. It was only his companions that managed to make him feel anything, and he'd been without one for too long before Rose. He was quite the fixer-upper before she got her hands on him, and she didn't even know.
Guilt was very familiar to him, and that's what he felt when he looked at Rose. Joy too, joy most of all, but guilt, there was too much wrapped up in that day to explain properly. Losing Donna right after. Losing the two people who made this him who he was. He swallowed and looked away from her, trying to find the words. He pulled back, although he kept a hold on her hand, since he really didn't want distance right now.]
I couldn't be what you. No, that's not right. You deserved, no. [He made a face, his mind moving fast, coming up with at least two dozen responses that didn't even make it past his lips.] He committed genocide, he was like me when we first met. Angry. And you saved me, so I thought. [The Doctor sighed and then met her eyes again.] You could have a full life with him, he was human, he could grow old with you. Give you everything you wanted or needed. In a way I couldn't.