Rory and the Doctor sat side by side, though far apart, on the steps. Neither of them spoke for a long while. Occasionally the Doctor would fiddle with his bow tie, or Rory would run a hand through his hair, but neither of them spoke.
Several times, the Doctor turned to Rory, opening his mouth to say something, but the words always died on their way up his throat, and they would resume the silence.
On the seventh time the Doctor turned to Rory to speak, the latter cut him off.
"I don't know."
"Well, what do you mean, you don't know?"
"I just… I don't know!"
"What about Amy?"
"What about her?"
"Well, you love her."
"Yea, I did."
"But you…"
"I know."
The Doctor resumed not looking at Rory. Rory took a deep breath.
"Doctor, I kind of love you."
The Doctor nodded. "You kind of love me," he repeated slowly.
"But I also kind of hate you."
The Doctor closed his eyes briefly. "Yes. Yes, of course." Well, he also knew firsthand the extent of someone who hated him. He stood abruptly, straightening his bow tie one more time. "Right! So, where are we going now?"
Rory looked confused. "What?"
"We'll just set it on random, shall we?" the Doctor mused. He turned back to Rory. "Well? Are you ready or not?"
Despite everything, Rory grinned. "Ready, Doctor."
So, yea. That was kind of a horrible ending. But after the first part (which was the part I envisioned in my head during English), I really had no idea where to go… so I just… ended.
Also, just to note, this was kind of inspired by this video: youtube (dot ) com (slash ) watch?v=k1Q-ERpbooM
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