Logically Clara knew that Troy, the Doctor, was right. Of course she did. But that didn't mean that she had to deal with it. She would deal with it when she was ready. That time wasn't now. One of these days, Clara knew it would come to head and she would have to deal with it, but it hadn't even been a year. There was a conventional time frame for dealing with loss of someone significant, two years if she remembered. She would get there, and she didn't let it stop her life. She just...didn't talk about it. Tried to fill the hole in her heart with other things.
"Mm."
Which was the most she would say on it. It was an acknowledgement that she heard what he was saying, but that for her, the conversation was over. Who knew, maybe one day, something would finally set her off, something would make her break. But for now, it was a thing that wasn't to be talked about. The Doctor may not have a filter, but it seemed he always had picked up on when she was upset and would at least try to fix it. Or see what it was.
"Or being seen as completely mental. You were weird. Though I guess it wasn't you half the time." That had been weird. The Doctor also being the Cyberplanner. And the kids at risk. But it wasn't like she was going to let them blow up the moon. "Oh really?" An amused brow was quirked at the comment about not blaming Porridge proposing, "Because you seemed to disapprove."
And then he was discussing the idea of finding the TARDIS, of figuring out the machine so that it would work.