"I'm still him, you know," came the reply, the Doctor's eyes soft and cheerful and maybe hiding the guilt he still felt. "How is the old me, anyway? I should be sharing his memories, but I don't. Dunno why. Maybe I ought to look into that." He'd never really liked people messing with his memories - ironic, then, considering who he was speaking to right now.

Gratefully taking the change in subject, though he was careful not to show it, he nodded. "Yeah, I think we will be." There was nothing wrong with being a sap, in his eyes.