"No it isn't," Jack said with a resigned huff. He didn't expect the Doctor to listen to him, or agree with him, of course, but he had to say it.
"One day," he sighed, "you'll learn that everything you do is already more than enough. The universe owes you, Doctor, not the other way round."
He looked out at the field. It seemed to go on as far as he could see. It was beautiful, really, and the pink of the sky seemed to fade and twist into a purple in the distance.
"You know we could have sex in this field," Jack said, aiming for nothing other than humour. An odd sort of way of lifting a mood, while still testing waters. "It's a good field. Warm. It'd look like something out of a cheesy movie. Well, a top shelf movie."
He smiled, though it was tight, and it didn't really match his words.
Dropping one arm from his knee, he shifted a hand over until it touched the Doctor's sleeve.
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"One day," he sighed, "you'll learn that everything you do is already more than enough. The universe owes you, Doctor, not the other way round."
He looked out at the field. It seemed to go on as far as he could see. It was beautiful, really, and the pink of the sky seemed to fade and twist into a purple in the distance.
"You know we could have sex in this field," Jack said, aiming for nothing other than humour. An odd sort of way of lifting a mood, while still testing waters. "It's a good field. Warm. It'd look like something out of a cheesy movie. Well, a top shelf movie."
He smiled, though it was tight, and it didn't really match his words.
Dropping one arm from his knee, he shifted a hand over until it touched the Doctor's sleeve.
"What's the prophecy?" he asked softly.