"Why did you do it?"
Amy looked up, startled, and saw Rory's hurt eyes. The big, baby eyes that had won her heart. He had been staring at the TARDIS console intently for many minutes in silence, before just looking up.
"What are you talking about?" Amy turned away, unable to meet his gaze. She knew exactly what he was talking about.
"You know what I mean!" he whispered looking down again. Amy was sure she'd seen a tiny tear fall from his face.
"Ro-ry!" she whined, bouncing over to him and putting her arms around his neck. "Don't do this." Amy took his face in her hands and turned him to look at her. "I chose you, you know that."
"Then why did you have to kiss him?"
Amy raised her arms, covering her search for an excuse with exasperation. "Because he was there and you weren't? I don't know!"
"So you're blaming me for you running off with another man on the night before your wedding?" he yelled.
Amy glanced at the various doors around the console room. It seemed that the Doctor had the sense to stay away whenever Rory and Amy were alone together.
"No! That's not what I meant…"
"Then what do you mean?" he turned to her and attempted a glare, but his expression immediately softened when he saw her face. It always did. "Do you still want to get married, Amy?"
She bit her lip, uncertain. This was the hardest thing she had ever had to do. She liked him, sure, but the Doctor… He was her handsome hero, and Rory was just, well, Rory. But she couldn't do it, not now.
"Of course I do," she replied clearly, her face betraying no emotion. "I like you, Rory, and I always will."
He felt a thrill of happiness, until he replayed the words in his head and his glee swiftly evaporated. "Just… like me?"
Amy paled. She couldn't say it. She had never said those words before; the thought was overwhelming and, frankly, terrifying.
She looked away, trying to remain calm and casual. "Well what do you want me to say?"
"Amy, I love you. I just need to know if you feel the same about me."
"Yeah, of course I do," she said, avoiding catching his eye.
There was an awkward silence, and for a few moments, Amy was almost certain that Rory was about to burst into tears.
"Right!"
The two of them jumped about a foot in the air as their very familiar 'designated driver' swaggered in through a door to the left and hopped down the stairs, two at a time, with his usual grin that was brimming with over-confidence.
"You two finished, yet? We can't be chatting all day!" he began loudly, not noticing either of their expressions. "Amy, Rory, what do you think of the Candle Meadows of Karass Don Slava?"
Rory looked up swiftly. "Yeah, fine."
"Sounds great." Amy forced a smile.
There was something about the way that Amy was smiling and Rory was becoming extremely interested in a zigzag plotter on the console that aroused the Doctor's suspicions.
He knew that if he spoke to Rory first he may open flood-barriers that can never be closed, whereas Amy was much harder to get to talk about her feelings and therefore harder to extract information from. Clearly, he would have to speak to her first in order to find out what was going on.