The Doctor returned a while later with most of what Rose had asked him to get. With the odd addition. He had to admit, he did hurry a bit after feeling an itch at the back of his mind in the middle of shopping and he got the impression it had something to do with John.
He let himself back into their room and moved to put the shopping down before glancing at the bed. His brow creased slightly as his gaze fell on the two them. The timelord didn't like this feeling. Jealousy. He knew it wasn't the first time he had felt it in regards to Rose but technically he was getting jealous of himself... in a way. And that was just weird. Even for him.
The Doctor made a small cough-like sound in his throat before stepping back towards the door and called Rose's name. "I'm back. With shopping. I still don't understand all the palaver with it. Everyone gets so stressed and try to run each other over with the trollies. Oh, and what is with Americans and 'British accents' anyway? It's a little irritating...." he trailed off. "Oh, sorry. Were you sleeping?"