Somehow, she knew what he meant. Then again, in some ways, Rose usually did. Oh, there were times there were miscommunications. Plenty of them. But that was different. This was knowing the person lying by her side. Sure, she knew she'd never truly know him. It was hard to know a thousand years of a person's life, after all. But she figured she knew him better than most. So she let him keep talking rather than insisting he rest.
"Aren't they?" she said quietly, watching him carefully. "Do you lot just...pick people up and then leave them behind? Sarah Jane thought so but she was wrong, wasn't she? And you didn't just leave me when you turned into...well, you."
There was a struggle behind his eyes and at first, she simply thought the Doctor was in pain. And then he spoke again and it was her turn to hold her breath. Because she genuinely didn't know what to say. If she knew for sure what he was asking, maybe.
She hesitated, ducking her head with a tiny smile before answering. "Haven't we been? We're us again, isn't that what's important? Chips and films and watching out for each other..." If he wanted anything more than that...she didn't know. She really didn't. It had been all consuming for her for so long that it scared her to think of it actually coming to be. And if he didn't? She wished he'd simply let it go.