Troy frowned when she mentioned why she didn't want to talk about Samuel. He didn't know what made him bring it up, perhaps because they were talking about death so much, perhaps because he was becoming more Doctor and didn't understand filter, or maybe it was because he finally decided it was time for answers. He didn't want it being a constant weight on her shoulders, holding her down and back.
He reached a hand over and took one of her own, wrapping his hands around her to pull it away from the pillow, and just looked towards her, "Makes it real? But Clara, it is real. And it hurts, I know, of course it does... how couldn't it? But ignoring it will only make sure it remains fresh and hurting for a long time. It won't ever go away, trust me, I know, but we can't ignore it or fight it. We do that, we don't allow ourselves to heal..."
The Doctor frowned when he looked back down to her hand in his and then smiled when he found himself looking back at her once more, "I'm sure that would have gone over well. You did quite well there, by the way, the whole Cyberman invasion thing, you handled it well. And can't say I blame him for proposing, but he was a bit short for you."
"But yes, returning to John, he figured it out but we still seem to be a bit of a ways off, and I know I must find something that I just can't seem to put my finger on. I don't know what it could be, but wouldn't that be brilliant? A real life TARDIS here. We could go on our own adventures. That'd be rather fantastic, wouldn't it?"