Jack stayed quiet at the Doctor stood up and back to the console. He stayed far too quiet and he couldn't stop looking at him. Staring at him and forgetting to talk.

He couldn't stop looking at him and remembering. There was a time when they'd been happy together. That time was a while ago but it was there, solid.

These weren't the memories that Jack wanted to access at all. But they flooded in just by his looking at him. The taste of his lips, the cool touch of his skin. The way he could moan by touching his neck. The way they'd fit together.

No, Jack thought. No, don't remember it. Maybe it wasn't a memory at all, maybe it was... no, no point pretending. It was a memory.