"Oh, Jack..." She frowned, but not like she blamed him. More than likely, Jack had been manipulated. She knew he wouldn't purposely pass his fate on to anyone else.
She could tell automatically what a sensitive subject it was, and opted not to push him on it too much. He would spill his guts eventually, as he always did.
Upon going in, she flashed her psychic paper at the young girl behind the counter, and as always, the sweet girl put it on The Doctor's "tab", so to speak. Not that she'd every really pay for it, as much as she'd hate to admit.
They sat, for some time, and as she had her pop and banana, Jack did exactly as she expected-- he spilled. About everything. And once again, he had her in tears, and without realizing, she'd ended up reaching for and holding his hand for what seemed to be the longest time. It was against her better judgment, but her hearts wouldn't allow her to let go until they departed from the little shop.
They walked in silence back toward her Tardis, and she held tight to his arm.
Finally, she gathered the courage to speak again. She knew he didn't hate her, even though she had abandoned him. But, to honest, she worried about his reaction to what she was about to say. All she could do was hope for the best.
"Jack... You do realize how different things are now, yeah? I'm not... I'm not who I used to be."
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Date: 2015-01-12 04:09 am (UTC)She could tell automatically what a sensitive subject it was, and opted not to push him on it too much. He would spill his guts eventually, as he always did.
Upon going in, she flashed her psychic paper at the young girl behind the counter, and as always, the sweet girl put it on The Doctor's "tab", so to speak. Not that she'd every really pay for it, as much as she'd hate to admit.
They sat, for some time, and as she had her pop and banana, Jack did exactly as she expected-- he spilled. About everything. And once again, he had her in tears, and without realizing, she'd ended up reaching for and holding his hand for what seemed to be the longest time. It was against her better judgment, but her hearts wouldn't allow her to let go until they departed from the little shop.
They walked in silence back toward her Tardis, and she held tight to his arm.
Finally, she gathered the courage to speak again. She knew he didn't hate her, even though she had abandoned him. But, to honest, she worried about his reaction to what she was about to say. All she could do was hope for the best.
"Jack... You do realize how different things are now, yeah? I'm not... I'm not who I used to be."