Jack ran a hand up and over his face. He shouldn't be here, deep down he knew that. Time wasn't his playground (though he once saw it as such). Time was delicate and could splinter so easily. It could damage. A fixed point shouldn't go walking around as though he had no care in the world.

He shouldn't pretend. And it seemed, he couldn't run.

"It's complicated," he told her with a sigh and a shake of his head.

Most people, Jack would gladly lie to. He felt no need to dignify most with anything near the truth. The truth was a luxury held back for those who needed to know, and those who would understand. He felt that very few would fit into either category. But for some reason he couldn't quite grasp he felt that she fit into one of those categories. Though he wasn't honestly sure which or why.

That thought alone should have perhaps made him uncomfortable.

She described how he looked and Jack closed his eyes. Oh that was the Doctor all right, and his Doctor at that.

The question made his eyes open again, and only then did he realise how close she's got. He wasn't quite startled by it and he didn't move back, but it was a surprise.

"I should leave," he said. But that wasn't to say he wanted to.

He let out a breath that was almost a laugh and shook his head, "Of all the places I could have ended up..."