Rose couldn't bear to tell him that part of her was wishing he wasn't sitting right there in front of her, that it was killing her to see his face, hear his voice, know that he was alive and safe and not at all the man he would become. She imagined this was how it had been for River Song, who she'd heard about one random night during a marathon of banana daiquiris that had left them more than a little sloshed.

"'s definitely gonna be a lot less lonely round here now," she added brightly, returning that smile. "Someone to chat with, find trouble to get into... 've missed that."