Mecca's Rowan
The Doctor shoved his hands deep into his pockets as he wandered out of the hotel, glancing along the street before he picked a direction, starting to walk. He wasn't sure where he'd go, but eventually, he'd have to face Rose, and he knew it. He just... wanted to put it off a bit longer.
"Sounds daft, even in your own head," he muttered to himself, hunching over slightly. He was avoiding running into Rose if he could, and avoiding trying to sort through his emotions about her. The guilt over her death, the need to protect her, even from himself if he had to, and the affection that frightened him more than anything else.
He looked up when he noticed a shadow on the ground, and gave the young man a slight smile by way of greeting.