"Good," he said, resting his head forward against the Doctor's. He turned and pressed his lips against his shoulder before repeating, "Good."

Gently, he tapped the Doctor's side to gesture him down into the comfort of the bed.

"Come on," he said softly, "lets lie down." Lie down and he would hold him. That, he thought, would be good.

One last thing though, one problem that sat in his mind, and he had to know the answer. But he couldn't even question it aloud.

Doctor... Will you regret this tomorrow?