"Your Doctor did something monumentally difficult, and possibly monumentally stupid, involving his me, and drumsets. He was a bit loopy afterwards, wandered about, and flopped down next me, to talk. Possibly because he knew I'd call him on his "I'm fine" shit, and take care of him. He will be fine. He's safe in his TARDIS, he's rested, he's making sense. But it was all a bit taxing to deal with. Also, I'd really, really like to kiss you now."