The Time Lord shrugged, his hands deep in the pockets of his brown coat. "Banished us. Not sure we deserved that." His mouth went a little mushy and he frowned a little.
Though, the wishy-washy expression was short lived as Rose's hand landed on his forearm and the Doctor was looking up from very conveniently placed trainers to lock on those hazel eyes his opposite. "It was a different Pete Tyler. I don't know if happier is the right term; but, he was certainly different. Had a different life in another universe." The Doctor's tone was warm, it his meaning was a bit ellusive.
"Still got plenty more adventures left in us," the Doctor said quietly stepping back a little to reclaim his space. He was back to fiddling with the rack again, fingers turning the pouched cupcakes and pastries. Processed sugar, this place was at least good for that.