[ There's a noise that leaves his mouth but it's hard to discern if it's a noise of, 'Don't worry, it's fine. My time traveling wife is a complicated topic in and of itself,' or if it's more along the lines of, 'Feelings are weird and sticky and I feel uncomfortable dissecting this and can't even begin to imagine why I said anything in the first place. Let's just forget that this ever happened'. The noise is probably both of those things.

It's strange being open-ish about his past and as a result, everything that came with that. He had lived so many lives at this point, but River is particularly fresh. Fresh enough that when he slipped on the ring as he had been getting dressed as this version of himself for the first time, he hadn't thought twice about it. If he had to put a label on it, he supposed he could call the ring (the wedding band) any number of things: him being sentimental. Him paying an homage. Maybe it was just symbolic accessory at the end of the day. Either way, he doesn't call it anything because thinking about it too long sends a bit of a pang in his hearts that he quickly quashes. ]

Clara probably likes tea. [ He knows she does. ] She is British after all. Her people seem to enjoy that sort of thing. [ There's something joking that surfaces in his tone in an attempt to move past whatever sore sensitive wound that had yet to scar over. ] Do you also have a companion?