She's seen Rory die a million times in a million universes in a million different ways. Not being worried sick isn't an option, or wouldn't be if not for one fact.
He's the Last Centurion. The Guard of the Pandorica, and the soldier who waited almost two millennia. He'll always make it back to her.
"Stupidly pretty?" Amy repeats, turning a bit more reserved; "Yeah, well, Rory is, uh - more classically ... cute."
She ends the sentence like she's not sure that's the word she wanted. No, yeah. Cute. He's cute!
"I think all men are peacocks, though," she adds a bit later, smiling again.
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He's the Last Centurion. The Guard of the Pandorica, and the soldier who waited almost two millennia. He'll always make it back to her.
"Stupidly pretty?" Amy repeats, turning a bit more reserved; "Yeah, well, Rory is, uh - more classically ... cute."
She ends the sentence like she's not sure that's the word she wanted. No, yeah. Cute. He's cute!
"I think all men are peacocks, though," she adds a bit later, smiling again.