Sorry, Doctor but in Rose's head, in her heart, whether she'll admit it or not, she does consider him her boyfriend. Something even more than her boyfriend. He's hers. At least as long as she's here.

"How does showing her something in the--" And then she stops because there was more than one time. She pulls away from his touch, curling to one corner of the tub. "The first--he told me. He told me what it was like. He told me--" And she stops again. This time because emotion overwhelms her. She presses her hand to her mouth. She will not cry like this. She will not. Or at least she's going to make her best attempt at not crying.