"I know," she reassured in kind. "It's you, you nutty old man."
Rose felt exhausted all of a sudden, and probably looked as much, but she smiled regardless. A weak little something that was as much for herself as him. He did lie, and he occasionally did it well, but she took him for his word all the same. Gave him the benefit and hoped he was right, because what else could she hold onto? Maybe she clung a bit too eagerly to his consolation. Maybe, for better or worse, she'd long put him on a high enough pedestal that it wasn't quite so difficult to, whatever face he might be wearing. There were still too many stars in her eyes.
She regarded him, weeping going dry. Gave the railing her hand was still clutched to a squeeze before, just as quickly as the tears, she pushed into him. Tucked her chin over his bony shoulder and wrapped him up tight, shutting out the glow of the TARDIS with one messy nuzzle into his coat.
( Big apologies for the repost, I desperately needed to edit. )