Torchwood draws his attention for just a moment, and maybe that's explanation enough. The things they got into in this universe were enough that a bit of slippage from one reality to another was, well, not out of the realm of possibility. Still, hearing that it was apparently something accidental, some odd twist of fate, that has him wondering all the more. Sometimes timelines twist up like that, twine together because it's the only way for them to exist. Fate or destiny, kismet, all words to put a poetic spin on the fact that sometimes time had certain patterns that needed to be for the sake of reality. Any reality.
Maybe it's wishful thinking. He can admit that he wants it to be true, wants Rose to be meant to be here, since losing her again, saying goodbye again so soon, he thinks it might break something in him. Something that Rose helped him put back together in the first place.
So his expression softens, a smile, even if there's almost a sadness to it -- strange, since there's not a single shred of sorrow in this moment. "I've missed you, Rose. I've missed you so much." Even he, clever as he is, doesn't have the words to say it properly.
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Date: 2019-07-10 03:39 pm (UTC)Torchwood draws his attention for just a moment, and maybe that's explanation enough. The things they got into in this universe were enough that a bit of slippage from one reality to another was, well, not out of the realm of possibility. Still, hearing that it was apparently something accidental, some odd twist of fate, that has him wondering all the more. Sometimes timelines twist up like that, twine together because it's the only way for them to exist. Fate or destiny, kismet, all words to put a poetic spin on the fact that sometimes time had certain patterns that needed to be for the sake of reality. Any reality.
Maybe it's wishful thinking. He can admit that he wants it to be true, wants Rose to be meant to be here, since losing her again, saying goodbye again so soon, he thinks it might break something in him. Something that Rose helped him put back together in the first place.
So his expression softens, a smile, even if there's almost a sadness to it -- strange, since there's not a single shred of sorrow in this moment. "I've missed you, Rose. I've missed you so much." Even he, clever as he is, doesn't have the words to say it properly.