coffee, tea, or me: for Jack

[sortofaman]

The Doctor, despite the unfortunate story he had to tell Jack, and despite the fact that this wasn't going to be easy for either of them, felt almost relieved as he headed up to the door of the hut. Clearing the air, perhaps.

He rapped hard on the door, only hoping that he wouldn't have to come up with some kind of sardonic reply to a Houseian comment. He wasn't quite in the mood.

"Jack?"