"What, and you think if I was somewhere else I wouldn't be worrying about you? You can't really believe that I wouldn't, you're not that stupid. The last few months I've done nothing but worry about you. No, I want you where I can see you."
The kiss made him smile, and he leaned over and pressed his own kiss gently against the Doctor's forehead.
"Lots of time for running," he said, "but wherever you run, just you make sure there's room for me right behind you."
He smiled down at him and slinked down a little lower, reaching his other hand out to brush against a few strands of the Doctor's hair.
"I know what you probably think," he whispered, so quietly, "I bet there's so much of you that thinks you should have never let me get close to you, or let you get close to me. Because it's hard. I know it's hard. Oh do I know. But you want to know something? I don't care, Doctor. I'm glad. I'm so glad of it."
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The kiss made him smile, and he leaned over and pressed his own kiss gently against the Doctor's forehead.
"Lots of time for running," he said, "but wherever you run, just you make sure there's room for me right behind you."
He smiled down at him and slinked down a little lower, reaching his other hand out to brush against a few strands of the Doctor's hair.
"I know what you probably think," he whispered, so quietly, "I bet there's so much of you that thinks you should have never let me get close to you, or let you get close to me. Because it's hard. I know it's hard. Oh do I know. But you want to know something? I don't care, Doctor. I'm glad. I'm so glad of it."