Jack sifted the pink dust through his fingers with a shake of his head. "You travel halfway across the universe for the greatest sex. And you still end up dying alone."
He sighed inwardly, remembering another pile of dust that he'd run his fingers through - all that remained of the Daleks that had killed him. And he'd been left, abandoned, alone.
A brief, chaste, but utterly heartfelt kiss brought him back to the present. "Thank you." It affected him more than he wanted to admit, the touch of Gwen's lips on his when, just for a moment, he'd felt vulnerable. How hard not to pull her closer, hold her, just not to feel alone.
Alone and in the dark, faced with nothingness, again it was Gwen's chaste kiss, her lips on his, that brought him home, but this time he would let her know it meant something to him. "Thank you."