The Doctor wiped aggressively at his eyes as Amy sauntered in. "Hi Doctor," she said breezily.
"Hello," he replied, desperately trying to keep his voice from wavering.
"Is something the matter?" she asked, not one to beat around the bush.
"No, no, nothing at all. My, ah, plant seems to have just... died, is all. All things must come to dust, yeah?"
"Right?" Amy dropped the conversation when she noticed that the Doctor's sleeve was damp.