She's sat at his side, their feet dangling out the TARDIS door and into space as her head rests on his shoulder. "You know, I don't think I'll ever get bored of this. They're so beautiful."
“Yeah,” the Doctor agrees, but he isn’t looking at the stars. He’s looking at River, watching her with a tenderness that’s likely mirrored on his face. The Doctor sighs, then looks out at the space before them and rests his head against River’s.










