Felt odd, asking. The TARDIS had been her home, the key was still snug, heavier than ever, in the pocket of her jeans. Rose had arrived through those doors, but they were different now. Further testament before the rest of it greeted her, all tweed and smiles and, yeah, a considerable amount of chin. Well, how could she not? Tongue somewhere in her cheek, her lips curved something as pale as it was the start of something promising.
"Hey."
She wasn't thinking in too long years preceded by a painful separation. Technically, it'd just been days since the all ears him. This boyish shape before her now is definitely a far cry, but the hints were there, if you knew where to look. Rose does. The youth of his jubilant gaze did little to smother the age, the burdens, the echo of all she'd ever known. However rattled, she knew in that instant that she wouldn't be grasping for what wasn't there, and it smoothed the edge a bit. Made the doe shape of her eyes go glassy for an entirely new reason as they, briefly, went over his shoulder to look beyond. Then he filled her vision again and, fondly, her words hitched a little.