"Just...don't even argue." That had been what he'd said, and she hadn't. All of time and space, a madman in a box and his impossible girl. How could she have said no? Danny was dead, and a job teaching English at Coal Hill School hardly matched up to travelling through time and space with the Doctor. It seemed like fate just wanted them to be together.
Clara skimmed her hand over the surface of the TARDIS control, and the TARDIS made a friendly beep. Even the TARDIS wanted Clara back.
"She likes you now, eh?" The Doctor smiled down at her, and Clara looked up at him. "Suppose so."
"You're doing that again. The sad smile. Stop it. It doesn't make sense." The Doctor sighed.
"Okay." She forced a smile. "I'm going to go up to my room. See you tomorrow."
"Goodnight, Clara," the Doctor called after her as she climbed the stairs. He'd said she should stop the sad smiling, but he wa doing it too. They both knew that whatever they had was fragile. It was time to stop pretending.
But not tonight.