"Did you have fun?" Rory's voice sounded behind her as the door clicked. Amy grimaced. The Doctor had said it was one in the morning! Rory was supposed to be asleep. Amy took a breath and spun around to face him, eyes cast downwards guiltily.
"What time is it?"
"One o'clock." Amy shook her head, confused. So the Doctor didn't get the time wrong? Then, that means -
"I waited up for you," he said, standing. "Do you think I don't notice when you're gone? Do you think I'm not so accustomed to the sound of the TARDIS that I would sleep through it?" Amy flinched slightly as he raised his voice. She sank down on the armchair, mumbling, "I'm sorry."
"He sighed, lowering himself down onto the couch next to her. "So, what happened?" He asked, after a beat. Amy looked up at him. Was he letting her off the hook? She couldn't tell, but it was probably better to answer his questions.
"Not much." He raised his eyebrows. "Okay, there was a bit of an issue, but we handled it."
"Amy, what exactly happened?" She sighed. He really wasn't going to let this go.
"I may or may not have been kidnapped by aliens… twice. But hey, nothing we're not used to, right?" She tried to joke, but Rory wasn't laughing. This was going to be a real issue, wasn't it? She turned straight to him. "Rory, you know I love you, not him. I just, well, I love the travelling and the Doctor is my best friend…" She trailed off. Rory was looking at her and shaking his head.
"Amy, that's not what I'm mad about. I know how often you go with him. And I know how much danger the 'travelling' usually consists of. I know that you're not safe. I mean, it was the same thing last time! Time and time again, I've told you not to do this to me. I can only worry so much."
Amy let the words grab hold of her and settle into place in her head. This made a lot more sense, but… he was asking a lot of her. "Rory, I'm not going to give it up. I can't. I mean, the Doctor's important to me, and-"
"Amy, is this enough for you? This house, this life? Will it ever be enough for you?" He looked at her and Amy's heart clambered up into her throat. "She knew what he was really asking. Was he enough for her? She ran her fingers through her hair, taking a shaky breath.
"Yes," she whispered, fiercely. "Of course. It's just - this is kind of hard and -"
"Okay," he said, finally understanding. "We'll go slow. But I need one thing from you. Next time he comes flying in here, wake me up and take me with you." He looked almost shy after saying those words, so Amy grabbed his hand and gave it a tight squeeze. That she could do. That she would love to do.