Rose would never once complain about being the rock people needed. She liked it. She was good at it. And she loved her friends all the more for needing her. Maybe sometimes it felt a little one sided, but her heart knew they were there for her, too. But while they were all mourning or fighting or dealing, she needed someone exclusively of her own. And maybe that was Guy.
She took another sip of tea, judging as impartially as she could. It was a bit weak, but she'd certainly had worse. He'd improve with time. She'd teach him. "People like you were the cause of a great number of revolutions. People dying for equality, to have the chance to had what you and the nobility had. I don't fault you for it, though, if that's the train of thought you're about to take off on. It's how you lived, you didn't think anything of it." As a kid, she'd sometimes held grudges against the girls in school who had everything. The pretty ones with the expensive clothing and all the name brand school supplies and the hottest new shoes. The Estate girl with her dishwater blonde hair and her too wide mouth and her secondhand clothing was hardly something worth talking about.
It had taken time for Rose to gain any sort of confidence. And maybe she found it in all the wrong places. But she'd grown up a lot. She didn't need money to be important and her looks were enough to get her by. What she'd learned in her time with the Doctor was that there was so much more to life than just dealing. So when this was over, when the dust from this battle settled and they went back to whatever it was they were supposed to do now, she'd be there. She'd help put the pieces back into place. That's what 'companions' did. That's what Rose did. No matter what anyone thought of her, she was going to put others first.
But not tonight. And that night, she didn't have to because he wasn't asking her to. All he asked was that she lean on him if she needed to. He didn't argue, he didn't even put up a fight. He'd opened his home to her, opened his arms and let her in. And she wasn't going to turn that down. If she were being honest with herself, she needed the breather. The chance to lean on someone and just take some time out to let everything clear from her mind.
"Normal is overrated. Else I'd have forced you into denims and jumpers by now. Though..." Though he would look incredible in a good, well-fitted pair of jeans. Something to consider. "Though you holding on so much to being you... It's part of what makes you unique. Possibly one of the reasons I like being around you. You're almost determined to blend the two worlds, somehow."