Click. Screw. Next one. Click. Screw. Next one. Ever since the Doctor had tasked Rory with fiddling with the TARDIS while Amy and him investigated, it had become somewhat of a sanctuary for him. Something he could do to get away from the craziness of time travel. He just wasn't cut out for that kind of life like Amy was. He liked it, but mostly he liked it because she liked it.
Click. Screw. Next one. Click. Screw. Next one. Today, though, no matter how hard he tried, his head refused to clear. "Hey," he heard Amy say as she poked her head in. For the first time in a while, he wasn't excited to see her. "Need help?"
He shrugged, and Amy settled in beside him. For a moment, they worked in silence, two sets of hands working side by side. Then, Amy stopped.
"Is something wrong? Because you've kinda been off all day." Rory resisted the urge to shrug again. He resisted the urge to lie.
"I'm starting to think I should go." Though he didn't look her way, out of his periphery, he saw Amy stand up straighter. "It's just… I don't think either of you guys really need me."
"Rory, what are you talking about? We don't have you here because you're useful."
"I know, it's just… you and him."
"Rory, I love the Doctor very much. But how many times do I have to tell you not like that?" He stopped fiddling with the TARDIS and turned to face her.
"You can't tell me all this time spent together has meant nothing to you." Rory looked at Amy, daring her to deny it. Daring her to dispute what they both already knew to be true.
"Of course it hasn't. He's my best friend."
"Right." He looked away. "Right, and I'm-"
"Rory Williams. Let's play make-believe for a second, yeah? Let's say for whatever reason, we couldn't travel anymore, and we had to go home. I could live with that. I could be happy with you. I am happy with you. But, Rory, if you left, I couldn't keep doing this. You're right. I love the Doctor. But I could lose him. I can't lose you." He felt her hand stroke his cheek, and he hadn't realized how close they'd gotten.
"I just thought you didn't want me anymore. I thought… I wasn't enough for you." And then, before Rory could even see it coming, her lips crashed into his, firm and assertive, an answer to a question he didn't know he was asking.
"How could you not be enough for me?" She laughed, just a little. "You're the whole universe, Rory."