[It describes him perfectly, but then the Doctor, hell all of them, were always vastly intelligent. And his Warden to boot.]

I don't think he is. Aware, I mean. You can sometimes see it, though, in the cracks? When he realizes he's hurting people again. But that gets him angry and it starts all over again.

[She shudders a sigh and slips out of his embrace, her look conveying thanks enough before it contorts into seriousness once more.]

It's still fresh, but...we talked about kids before. And what we would do when he got old. I assumed that meant marriage or something close enough. So...yeah. I think I do. When he's not like this, he's happy around me. And I haven't found anyone who appreciates me as much as he does in the way I need it. The way I want it.