He stood still, let John touch him, reassure himself.
And shrugged. "Shot me point blank in the heart with a laser screwdriver. Got into my head, left a little pressie for next time the Doctor and I made love. Left a secondary pressie for when someone tried to get it out."
His voice was almost steady, as were his eyes, which were on John. Almost. "Hey, I know what it's like to die and come back again now! Twice."