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[theresme]

Rose, to recover from not being able to breathe practically in those tight clothes, is wearing loose sweats and a t-shirt. Previously, she slept for about fifteen straight hours, and she's currently devouring a rather large plate of chips like there's no tomorrow.

She's glad as hell that the music is gone. And she's keeping an eye out for a

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[smithnjones]

Martha's waking up on the couch in PJs. She tried to make it to her room, but failed.

She looks tired and worn and when she sees who's, also, down here she grimaces, painfully.

"Hey..." Martha sits up, keeping her limbs close to her body. The memories of the last few days leave her feeling rather overexposed, constantly. Awkward.

[theresme]

Rose doesn't look any less awkward than Martha. Probably more, since Martha's somewhat better at covering things.

"Hey," she says, pulling in on herself a bit.

Sayitsayitsayitsayit--

"Look, I'm really sorry," she blurts. "I was awful to you and I'm really sorry."

[smithnjones]

Somehow Rose looking so awkward and vulnerable, makes it easier for Martha to take on the calm role, to comfort instead of pulling them both into a giant awkward spiral.

"No, don't apologize."

Martha gives her the serious look, but there's softness in her gaze too.

A sweet kind of understanding that seems to say it's all right.

"It wasn't you, Rose. I understand that. You have nothing to be sorry for. Unless you'll let me apologize for being a complete and utter skank and throwing myself on you." She makes a face in remembrance of the way she was.

[theresme]

Rose grimaces. "Don't apologize for that. At least it wasn't actually you. I've done that, completely of my own free will."

Granted, she was 16 and "in love" at the time, and he treated her... well, pretty much exactly how she and Jack treated Martha.

It wasn't pretty.

[not_the_lion]

"Did that idiotic music get to you as well?"
There are many reasons someone would be eating like they hadn't for the past week, but Regulus is going to go for the one he knows has been a recent local problem.

[theresme]

"Yeah," she says with her mouth full, not pausing. "You?"

[not_the_lion]

"Despite my best efforts to the contrary, yes."
He really did try to hold it off, and as far as he knows, he missed the worst of it. But still.

[theresme]

Rose finishes off this helping, and takes a break, washing it down with some Coke. "How bad?"

[timelord_lastof]

The Doctor's been worried. But when he sees Rose eating chips... surely everything's better now.

He walks over slowly, his hands in his pockets, a little uncertain, but only if you really know what to look for.

"Rose?"

[theresme]

She pauses in her inhalation of the fried potato and looks up at the Doctor. And god, she loves him.

She doesn't know why it's so strong just now, but it is. And she loves him. He would've torn the Inn apart to save her and Jack, and she knows it, and...

She's on her feet in less than a second (that's all the time it took to think about all that), plate knocked off the table, chips everywhere, her arms around his waist, her face buried in his shirt.

She was so fucking scared. She knew he'd find a way to save them, but...

She wasn't sure if she'd still be there when he did.

[timelord_lastof]

The Doctor was not expecting this. He was expecting the unsettling blue-eyed Rose, or maybe just for her to look up and wave at him cheerily and continue eating chips, not for her to all but tackle him.

He's not complaining, though. If the startled little "oomph" he lets out as she runs straight into his diaphram and the arms immediately wrapped around her are any indication... he's not complaining at all.

[theresme]

Yeah. She's... not letting go anytime soon.

And she's not crying a little. Really. That's just your imagination. Totally and completely your imagination.

Except it's not, because she feels like she doesn't deserve this, didn't deserve him trying to help, because she used people, and even though it wasn't really her...

Yeah. Guilt.