[The Doctor shakes her head, and this time it's her hands that rise to settle against Clara's face, thumbs brushing aside those newly fallen tears. She hesitates only a moment before leaning in to press a kiss to her forehead.]
I'm sorry too. For so many things.
[And they both had known the potential outcomes, had both acted with eyes wide open. It hadn't made it hurt any less, and the Doctor would be lying to pretend that finding these memories once more had been painful, at knowing just what she had lost.
Her expression softens, achingly fond.] I missed you too.
[The words don't cover it, don't fully encompass it. Missing, yes, but felt like some critical part of herself was simply gone.]
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I'm sorry too. For so many things.
[And they both had known the potential outcomes, had both acted with eyes wide open. It hadn't made it hurt any less, and the Doctor would be lying to pretend that finding these memories once more had been painful, at knowing just what she had lost.
Her expression softens, achingly fond.] I missed you too.
[The words don't cover it, don't fully encompass it. Missing, yes, but felt like some critical part of herself was simply gone.]
Run away with me?