Gently she walked him over to the bed, helping him climb inside it and snuggled in next to him. Even as her sleep crept up on her she realised she was being watched, "go to sleep," she swatted him on the shoulder playfully, "stop staring at me."
Forcing himself to relax, he closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep. He woke with a start what seemed like mere minutes later, to find himself alone. His heart leapt in his throat as his worse fears were realised, she had left him!
Throwing back the covers he leapt to his feet. Running around the hotel room he called her name but she was no where to be found. Hastily throwing his clothes on he started to open the door to continue his search when he found Rose standing there, two cups of tea and a couple of pastries in her hands and the morning paper tucked under her arm.
Still breathing hard and not quite believing his eyes he stood in the doorway.
"I can't come in if you don't shift it," she laughed, as he stepped aside and let her in, "Pete said as soon as you're ready we can head home."
In his mind's eyes he saw the interior of the TARDIS as 'home' even as he realised he most likely would never see the blue box again. Just as he wondered if he could ever find peace anywhere Rose slipped her hand in his, "hello again," she smiled as he looked at her, "you were miles away there. Whatcha thinking about?"
"This is all going to take a lot of getting used to," he remarked distractedly, "I hope you can be patient with me."
Giving his hand a squeeze, she said, "you were promised to me for the rest of my life, we have all that time to get used to each other, then that's fine. So, stop worrying and let's dig in," she held up the bag, "before the tea and pastries get cold."
Sitting down at the small table in the suite Rose indicated to John to take the seat opposite her. He waited, hands folded in his lap with a studious expression on his face as she uncapped the cup of tea, carefully removing the disposable cup's lid and blew on the hot brew inside.
Following suit he removed the lid and blew, a bit too hard, causing some of the tea to splash him in the face. Correcting his method, he repeated the action again, this time more gently and then sat back.
Rose fished out a pastry and a napkin and set it in front of him, and took a big bite of hers with a small sigh of delight as the warm sweetness melted on her tongue. Half expecting her partner to do the very same thing she instead looked up to see him pulling the pastry apart and examining it closely.
"Don't you like raspberry?" she asked as he dipped a long finger into the filling scooping it out onto the napkin.
He thought about this for a moment, looking up at the ceiling and then back at her, "I think I do," he shrugged, and continued to scoop out the gluey red centre.
"You are supposed to eat that, not play with it," she gestured with her cup as she made to take another sip.
Given his rather pliant nature of the night before, she expected him to instantly comply with her suggestion. But instead he continued to pick at the mess in front of him. Then peering at the completely demolished pastry, he mumbled, "sucrose, gluten, egg of... possibly a chicken, artificial flavours, and colourings," before making a half-hearted attempt to reassemble it all and taking a bite.
Rose watched as he carefully chewed, rolling it around his mouth before swallowing, "and your verdict?" she prompted.
"Tasty," he smiled and took another bite.