"Ah! The shins! Why always the shins," The Doctor yelped as he started to rub the now sore and hurting parts of his legs. Lucie may have not been trying all that hard, but that was a sharp kick and he was far more delicate than he would want her to believe.

After all, it took one moment to leave him just as raw as her death had. Just a small showing of tears.

"I can't say much, but I can say this: you did nothing wrong, Lucie Miller. I'm just older. You can forgive an old man for being cranky, can't you?"

So much left out. So much that can't be said.