Jack squeezed his eyes tightly closed as the Doctor grabbed him. Almost like the touch hurt. He felt like it did.
"It's too hard. It'd be too hard," he said, shaking his head. He felt terrible. Had he done the wrong thing? He was sure he probably had. He always did, always with the things that mattered. No doubt he deserved to be alone.
But quickly he was up, following and reaching out for the Doctor.
"Careful," he said. The sedative acted quickly, and he didn't want him hurt.
"Retcon," he said finally, like the word itself was hard to say. "It was retcon. It'll erase about 12 hours or so. I'll send you back. It'll be like you never came. Nothing to regret."
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"It's too hard. It'd be too hard," he said, shaking his head. He felt terrible. Had he done the wrong thing? He was sure he probably had. He always did, always with the things that mattered. No doubt he deserved to be alone.
But quickly he was up, following and reaching out for the Doctor.
"Careful," he said. The sedative acted quickly, and he didn't want him hurt.
"Retcon," he said finally, like the word itself was hard to say. "It was retcon. It'll erase about 12 hours or so. I'll send you back. It'll be like you never came. Nothing to regret."