"Well, you fucked it up, now you're stuck with me the whole way home." Gar had been rejected far more often by far more people than Rose, and she didn't even mean it. Although she didn't have her usual "I'm a cold bitch except not really" voice. She had a voice that he couldn't quite place.
Gar touched the portkey, and after a brief moment where time and space were completely unsure of where the hell Rose and Gar were, they popped up in England, stumbling slightly. "Besides, it's not like we walked the five thousand or whatever miles-slash-kilometers it takes to get here." He released her hand. "Lead the way, Rosie-doll."