The Last Centurion.

andromedafound & trust-theplastic └  when the world comes to an end, i’ll be there to hold your hand.

"Easier said than done, y'know.  Oh, bugger.  Just--give me a minute, yeah?"

"You didn't have to say anything, Doctor. You could've just... stayed. Would've been enough."

Rory knew he had all the time in the world nowadays.  He knew he'd never age or die barring some sort of radioactive flaming pit of chaos.  But the long times in between when he saw and did not see the Doctor were never easy, even though he never quite lost hope that one day the mad man in the blue box would return.  Still, to draw up his usual enthusiasm was going to take just a few more minutes.  "You're going to kill me with this running off y'know," said Rory, gaze falling away with a tired, expaserated laugh. "Where'd you get to this time?"

"You know... I was thinking, we've got the night off, no ... impending apocalypses or... I don't know, rabid sheep trying to take over Stockholm, maybe we could .. do something?  Old-fashioned date?  Well -- my old fashioned -- I don't really know what constitutes as what anywhere else."