The look he gave his older self was one that said he was offended. Sure, he forgot about a lot of things. He had to. If he didn't he'd be miserable. And, it wasn't so much that he forgot, more that he just didn't want to talk about it.

"I think she's fine. The other one's been here longer than mine has. I thought we were just having a fight." It wouldn't be the first time that he was involved in a fight that he wasn't aware of. It certainly happened enough times with River.

"But how did," he began while gesturing toward his other self, "this happen?" Counting got complicated there for a few regenerations, but he was reasonably sure that this face, the one he wore now, was supposed to be the last one.