Amy looks at him, and smiles, looking so very broken and lost that he's sorely tempted to take it all back. Tell her he's just kidding and take her by the hand, pull her into the TARDIS and whisk her away from the mundane life he's leaving to her. Again.

But he doesn't. He can't. So he cups her cheek and swipes away her tears with his thumb.

"After everything we've been through, Doctor." She says, quietly, leaning into his hand. "Everything. You can't just drop me off at my house and say goodbye like we've shared a cab."

His hearts pound painful, jagged rhythms in his chest as he breaths out, and then in, and says, "And what's the alternative?" He steps closer, touching his forehead to hers. "Me standing at your funeral? Me standing over your grave? Over your broken body? Over Rory's body?" His voice breaks and he looks away from her face, at his shoes. She brings her arms around his shoulders and hugs him close, her hair falls into his face and he buries himself in it gladly.

"No," She whispers, dropping her arms from his shoulders and grasping his lapels. "No," Amy says, more firmly, pulling him against her, crushing their lips together.

He kisses her desperately, hands moving of their own accord to clasp her waist and knot in her hair. She holds him against her with everything she has, pouring all the love she's had since she was seven years old into him with tongue and teeth.

The Doctor gasps, grips her tighter and it's not enough. It takes every ounce of strength he has to pull away. "Amy," He says against her lips, and then decides that whatever he wanted to say doesn't matter and kisses her again.

The tears will come later, Amy knows. When she's curled up on the sofa in the dark with Rory holding her tightly. Holding her together. Right now she's strong, she hold the Doctor up, though he hadn't noticed how weak he was at the knee, and memorizes the way he feels. Strong and warm and ancient in his sadness. He tastes of mint and grass, smells like musk and shampoo. She knots her hands in his smooth hair, because really, despite all her teasing, it really is nice hair and just breaths. He presses his nose to cheek and speaks against her mouth.

"Bye bye, Pond."

"Bye, Raggedy Man."

And suddenly he's gone and she's Amy Pond, waiting for the Doctor to come back in his big blue box to take her away. Again.