"That can't be blamed on me this time. You saw what I said. I'm sick of it. To hell with her. No, I'm not convinced that is her soul, my Rose's soul. She wouldn't have done that." Now he felt like drinking just as much as her. Maybe that was the best thing for the two of them, to drown their sorrows. Because the TARDIS sensed their growing pain, she provided enough liquor in the kitchen area for the two of them if that was what they wanted to do. He didn't know about Sarah Jane, but he was definitely about to imbibe.
"Of course, you can. Pretty stupid of me to drop you off in a place you don't want to be. Better than being alone," he said as he found glasses for them.