He'd loved Rose, been in love with her, and he still was despite himself and trying to forget it. How she'd shown up for that one week and made him so happy. With her gone, he felt the sucking wound in his heart all over again, and he hated himself for having given in to that illusion, even if it was for a small time.
"You? So you're saying you get around? My Sarah Jane?" Yes, he did find it hard to believe. Not that it wasn't possible, just beyond the scope of what he could see her doing. "Oi, there are plenty who'd want to do things..okay maybe I'm exaggerating, but the point is...was there even a point?" He shook his head. He'd confused himself.