Absently, Jack curled his hand around his bare wrist. It was as though he were protecting himself. A measure he had to take.
"Oh well that's something then," he said, and tried to sound pleased by it. And he was, in a way. If she knew then he wasn't completely alone. He felt the TARDIS was important. Couldn't quite pinpoint the memories that told him why, but she was. He knew she was.
A hangover? He seemed to recall a time when she'd got one of those before, but he couldn't pin it down. Part of him was glad of that.
"If..." he breathed and stopped, he wasn't actually entirely sure he wanted what he was about to suggest, but at the same time, he wanted to know if he could. "If you cant get your memory back, how about you wiping mine? Or, well, wiping the other memories."
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"Oh well that's something then," he said, and tried to sound pleased by it. And he was, in a way. If she knew then he wasn't completely alone. He felt the TARDIS was important. Couldn't quite pinpoint the memories that told him why, but she was. He knew she was.
A hangover? He seemed to recall a time when she'd got one of those before, but he couldn't pin it down. Part of him was glad of that.
"If..." he breathed and stopped, he wasn't actually entirely sure he wanted what he was about to suggest, but at the same time, he wanted to know if he could. "If you cant get your memory back, how about you wiping mine? Or, well, wiping the other memories."