Josh finds consolation in alcohol.
Josh had left Mickey with Harry, who'd smiled sadly at him but otherwise been the usual Harry, and gone out to the TARDIS grove to find Kalli's TARDIS. He forgot sometimes that Harry had lost someone, too. Not only lost her, but she'd left her house to Josh. He wondered if that was a slight, but figured Harry was probably content enough to live in his Doctor's TARDIS.
Still, Josh had seen him around SJ's house (he refused to call it his house, he was just watching it 'til she came back) a lot lately. He made a mental note to have a talk with Harry sometime, to ask him about it. Maybe they could help each other. Harry'd helped him before...
He stook a deep breath and found the right TARDIS, just as Kalli had described. She'd said drop by anytime, but he hoped she was there. And not busy. He wanted to talk to someone that hadn't really known Sarah, hadn't really known Rose, and would understand his pain in a totally different way than Harry, Nat, or the Doctor. He swallowed down a lump in his throat and knocked.
"Hello?"