"Well, it started with me telling you I love you, and you, well, not to be indelicate, but you snogging the sense out of me," he said with a happy grin on his face, a grin he typically reserved for those especially good days when everybody lived. "Not really sure how it's going to go after that, not back in the parallel universe. You and me, we got snatched up not too much later by the TARDIS. We're sharing a room, though. I imagine we'll be sharing a room at Pete's mansion when we get back, unless your mother decides otherwise. Then again, if she's sufficiently desperate for grandchildren, she might lock us in. Hard to tell with your mum, honestly. I'm never sure if she wants to smack me or hug me."