The Master frowned, too. Well, the Doctor being around made it worse sometimes, before the war. And then he'd learned that there were things that could make it much worse then his struggles with the Doctor. Like staring down thousands of Daleks.
"I haven't gotten into a state like that in years, thank goodness. How fortunate for him, though, that he has you to help him manage when he does," he murmured. He looked at Jack letting his appreciation show on his face.
Perhaps, he considered, his Jack's best place wasn't on Earth. It was the Doctor who needed looking after more often, these days.