[For a beat of her heart, Clara thought the Doctor was going to brush her cheek, and she'd been ready to turn her cheek into it. When he touches the chain of the pendant, though, the result is still the same. She feels something unspool in her that's directly connected to him.

And then he's on about her shoes and she lets out a huff of a laugh, trying to ignore the burning of her cheeks, the heat creeping up her neck. As a distraction, she reaches for his floppy hat again and puts it on top of her head, looking up at him, quite honestly, adorably. ]

Then let's go shoe shopping. Or out to find a cobbler. By the way, we haven't been here months. We haven't even been here one month.