"It's not my fault Himself wasn't in time," Jack fumed.
Rose shrugged. "The Doctor can't admit he couldn't have saved me. It's easier to yell at you."
"He'd rather you got eaten by octolions than have me dirty my hands with a gun?"
Rose shuddered with the memory. "You know that's not true."
Jack held her close. "Tell me why I should apologize when he's the one who's wrong."
She sighed. "Somebody's got to."
He didn't answer.
"The bed's awfully empty without him."
Jack breathed deep and let it go. "You're right, beautiful," he said. "Eventually, somebody's gotta say 'sorry.'"