With every single word I withhold...

[1millionangels]

It's been a long day for Harriet. A very, very long day. So when she walks into the Inn for the second time tonight, she just stares at it for a second. She should turn and walk back out, because if Matt's still in here

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[theresme]

The Doctor doesn't know about Rose and Jack yet? Well, obviously this must be fixed!

And what better way to fix it than by seeing Rose at the piano talking to a dark-haired girl with a guitar about complex harmonies?

Oh, yeah. He'll know pretty soon.

[timelord_lastof]

Okay, the rest of the Inn going crazy he can deal with.

However, Rose is one of the two people who's supposed to be unaffected by these things. She's Rose. Also, she's his.

The Doctor walks over to the two of them, grabs Rose by the wrist, and starts dragging her off. "Come with me."

[theresme]

Rose rolls her eyes and calls over her shoulder, "I'll talk to you later, Ivy!"

She lets him drag her. "Really, if you were that desperate for a shag, you could've just ask," she says dryly.

[timelord_lastof]

The Doctor rolls his eyes a little. "You've been around Jack too long," he comments calmly. No, he doesn't yet realize that comment is part of all that's wrong with her right now.

He releases her when they get to a relatively private corner of the Inn, and puts his hands on her shoulders, leaning in to meet her eyes. "What's wrong?"

C'mon, Rose, you can tell him. He's the Doctor! He makes everything better just by being absolutely fantastic.