It was a really, really good thing Rose couldn't hear what he was thinking. Not the bit about her mum, though really, would it be so bad? She'd probably be so pleased to have him around and have Rose actually smiling that she wouldn't slap him...that hard, anyway. But he was being too optimistic. Rose knew. Rose knew that when things were going well, they inevitably went badly. Every time she was happy, somehow she simply got kicked back down. As it was she was desperately fighting the voice inside of her telling her that it wasn't going to last.
"I know it is," she told him, her tone soothing. "But you're no good at all falling apart, now are you? No adventures that way." There was a brief moment of hesitation before she simply said, "Scoot over." Toeing off her shoes, she slipped into the space at his side, curling up next to him. He wanted to know she was there? She'd make sure he couldn't forget. For the moment, at least, he was safe and protected. "There. We can still be together, even if you have to sleep. See? I have an answer for everything. And when you wake up, I'll still be here. I'll be here so much you'll wish you could get rid of me."