He instinctively sought her hand, lacing his fingers through hers. "Ran into myself, a male you. Walked into a shop, and back home."
He shrugged, holding on a little tighter. "Back there about a month, walked out of the TARDIS and was back here." He looked down at her, a smile on his face a moment. "Shouldn't have run off earlier." It was as close to an apology as he could get at the moment.