"Just calling to rub it in, are you?" Jack asked tiredly. It hurt, it hurt a lot. Half a century without the Doctor and just hearing him brought back a flood of emotions.

It made him so angry, and made him want him there so much more.

He found himself gripping his hand around the phone almost impossibly tight, holding on like he could stop him from leaving.

And despite his warnings to himself, he found himself talking, "You know a full breakfast is good for the head when you've drank like that. I've got stuff here... if you wanted to join me."