Chase kept his chin tucked against the Doctor's shoulder, cheek on skin, just close enough to brush kisses to his neck. "Grey and specs and that," he murmured softly. "I like that. Well, no, I don't," he corrected himself. "But it's better than the alternative, like dying alone."

He closed his eyes to think about a child. "Well, I'm having a kid at some point," he said, half-cocky. "So there."