For Jack (and no, it's not smut)

[sortofaman]

Having consumed just enough mangoes to not want them for days but also not be sick, and having ran about a bit thinking, the Doctor decided on a few things.

The first bit was that women made no sense, and that Rob Reiner had really not understood the 'men and women can't be friends' thing; also that When Harry Met Sally was a bad metaphor in this

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[captainjack]

Jack was listening to Benny Goodman and trying desperately not to think about his past. Massage was one thing, but what he'd done to House in the clinic, even if it was to help, was eating at him.

"Open up yourself," he said, not moving from the bed.

[sortofaman]

So the Doctor did, opening the door, then closing it and leaning against the jamb. He looked Jack over for a moment.

[captainjack]

Jack looked at him for a minute, then looked away, over at the record player. "You can shut that off if you want."

[sortofaman]

The Doctor walked over and gently clicked off the record player. "Hi," he said.

[captainjack]

"Hi."

With a soft sigh, he pushed up and sat on the edge of the bed.

"I'm sorry about earlier."

[sortofaman]

The Doctor shrugged. He came over and leaned against the bedpost, gaze settled on Jack's face. "You alright?"

[captainjack]

"Better now," he nodded, "I mean, I guess. It was just...drastic."

[sortofaman]

"I guess." The Doctor's eyes met his. "I have something to say, though."

[captainjack]

That was a slightly nicer approach than 'We Need To Talk'. Chin down, he turned and looked at the Doctor. "So say it."

[sortofaman]

"This..." The Doctor gestured around them. "This isn't working. What we had wasn't working either, but this isn't working. And I wanted you to know that that is what I think."

[captainjack]

Jack stared for a second before he began to snicker, his grin spreading incrementally. "Now that was worth the build up," he chuckled.

[sortofaman]

The Doctor's look turned to a frustrated glare. "Fine. Whatever."

And he turned on his heel to walk out.

[captainjack]

"I'm sorry...did you just sat 'whatever'?" he said, the smile fading away. "Do you have some kind of plan or are you just going to say that and then make shit up as you go along like always?"

[sortofaman]

"Well, you were making it clear that you weren't planning on contributing," the Doctor said, turning back, his eyes flashing. "So what am I supposed to do?"

[captainjack]

"How about you start over and don't do it like you're going to throw me out or ask me not to touch your dog like that or something," he shot back, looking at him like he might have fallen out of that mango tree very hard.

"Fucking each other didn't work. Not fucking each other doesn't work. So what? I can't take back all eight months, so what do you want from me?"

[sortofaman]

The Doctor let out a long sigh and walked back over, sitting on the edge of the bed. He looked...well, dejected. "I don't know. I want to figure it out, but I just don't know."