He didn't know how long he'd been there really. It had been a solid streach from the point that Marian had bailed them out. And overreacted. It showed how far he'd come that he could see that. That she wasn't the perfect woman that could do no wrong. In his opinion she'd jumped to anger too quickly and he'd told her so. He supposed his time with Rose had changed him, mellowed him slightly perhaps, most definitely made a difference. But now she was the one in pain, she was the one lost to herself. She'd been back a while now and she still wouldn't believe that she was. He'd been told hell had lied to them, made them believe they were home before having their loved ones turn on them time and time again.
Rose had let John Watson in to see her. The Doctor. But not him. And while he had to admit to jealousy around her closeness with the other men it wasn't even that though truth be told he would likely never be alright with them. There were ways to act around another mans girlfriend and they seemed not to care for gentlemanly behaviours.
In truth though, Guy knew why she'd let them in and not him, it was easier for her to believe them incapable of killing the woman they loved. Whereas he, was entirely capable of it, and had done so before. He leaned his head back against the wall of that blasted ridiculous impossible box and tried to get some rest. It was even starting to work, but then she spoke. She'd acknowledged him finally and he was already wide awake.
"I'm here. Not going anywhere any time soon." he said simply not wanting to startle her.