You're infuriating, do you know that? You and your wife.

[ Clara huffs and looks at him, staring him down for a second, but she's so tired, the annoyance doesn't really come across. ]

I'm allowed to worry over you, you know. Just because you've made it your sole obligation to fuss over everyone with a pulse, doesn't mean we don't worry in return. I always worry about you.

[ She worries more because he has no regenerations. ]