Her fingers tightened in his when he moved forward to kiss her neck. When he'd been... a bloody nutter, his proximity had given her the creeps. Made her hair stand on end, made her feel... icky. Not now. Not anymore. Feeling him there, behind her, so remarkably close- it was like coming home. She always loved the safety that bled out of him, and now was no different. Like he was there again to protect her, even from himself.

She traced her thumb along the back of his hand as they walked, shifted to rest her head against his shoulder. She snorted at his comment.

"Truer words were never spoken," she muttered under her breath. Strange was definitely one adjective used to describe the Doctor. "You've got a lot in common. You don't have to pretend to be anything around him, not like with mum. If anybody's gonna understand you, anyone in the universe, it'd probably be him."

She pushed open the door to the wardrobe room, and nodded him in.