[That finally gets him to take his eyes off the door and turn to look at the Doctor, and for half a second, his eyes look wet. He blinks rapidly to clear them and shakes his head.]

That's not...

[He's not getting any words out this morning, even though he's dimly aware he said a few too many last night. He sighs and closes his eyes, scruffing a hand through his hair.]

Look, I just-- I have been working my ass off. Since I got here. Since before I got here. You know-- what I did, for him.

And now? For Claire? You keep talking about making sure she knows, but she knows, okay? After everything I've done for that girl?