"Probably," the Doctor said, letting out a low chuckle. "Probably that."

He put his hand against the captain's chair, and tried to imagine the fabric felt anything like Jack's coat did. Wait, actually, Jack's coat. He did have it. It was back on Jack's bed, put there so he didn't have to look at it every time he stepped inside.

Without thinking, he scrambled to his feet and promptly went right back down onto the ground.

He cleared his throat and tried to save face.

"And you?"