Rose envisioned John and his antics, especially a much younger John, and couldn’t help but laugh. “I can’t imagine you doing anything that might get you in trouble! You seem the very prim and proper type.” She smiled, giving him a bit of a hard time. “Does this friend live locally?” Rose had realized multiple times that she actually didn’t know too much about John before she had met him; what his life was like before, friends he had. It all slowly came together though, between what he wanted to tell her and the surprising appearance of his ever growing family here.
Rose was about to reach for another strawberry when she realized he hadn’t had any of them. “Just bananas tonight? You have to try the strawberries, they’re so good!” She picked one up and held it out to him to try. “Much better than a pear.”
“Prim and proper?” He questioned, thoroughly amused. He had been fairly straight and narrow on the whole, he supposed. Sometimes John rebelled, but never to any law-breaking lengths. “Perhaps so… as for my friend, no, no. Still in England. Always trying to get her to move, but she’s a bit stubborn.”
Eying the strawberry, John plucked it from her fingertips. “‘Course I’ll have a strawberry! Just couldn’t resist the bananas. Have one, it’s Valentine’s,” he paused to consume the berry and then handed her a banana. “I can share.”
“Well you’re a pretty persuasive man, I’m sure she’ll be able to get her over here soon enough!” Maybe it was just her, but Rose found she would do anything John asked of her, no matter how ridiculous it might be. She realized that she felt for John what she felt for her Doctor: complete and utter devotion.
She smiled, pushing the thought aside as he took the strawberry and shook her head to the offered banana. “You must like me if you’re offering to share the banana! But no, I got those just for you.” She grinned, moving to sit further on the bed.
“Maybe so,” he said, smile in tact. It would have been brilliant, she was by all accounts his best friend in life. Many had been there for him throughout his years, but that outspoken ginger from Chiswick was something else entirely.
Almost offended--almost that she rejected his banana, he examined the fruity treat for any flaws. “What! Really?” He didn’t need to be told twice, of course. Gobbling it up, John then set to work moving the tray of goodies off the bed and onto the nearest counter space for the time being. Not without refilling their glasses, of course.
Plopping down beside her again, this time on his side to observe her, he grinned. “More for me, cheers to that,” he said, tilting his glass toward hers before taking a healthy sip. Stowing it on the nightstand, he settled at a respectable distance from her--though even that felt too far. Eying the space between, John tried to scrounge up more bravery than he honestly believed he possessed.