Rose rubbed the Doctor's sore shoulders and he leaned back against her—he was in the chair at Rose's vanity, and she stood behind him. They gazed at the face in the mirror. "Still a bit dodgy of a process, then, Doctor?"

He gave a non-committal shrug, "Not as much as you might think." The Doctor cradled his neck between Rose's hands, which he'd unintentionally dislodged. He closed his eyes, enjoying her touch. "You should have seen Romana, she was an absolute savant. Played me for a fool, if you can imagine."

"I think I can manage." She started a gentle scratching at the shorter hair behind his ears. "River, too, wasn't she?"

"Quite." He sighed as Rose ran a hand through his new silver curls. "I missed that day at the academy. Koschei and I went hunting clockroaches in the cellar. I've learned to live with my lot." He took one of Rose's hands and kissed her palm. "And I'm so very glad you have, as well." His grey eyes, wrinkled at the edges, smiled up at her.

Rose ran a thumb over his eyebrow. "Glad to see these are back," she teased.

"Yes, one does miss out on some rather subtle facial expressions when a key feature is lacking." He wiggled his eyebrows in the mirror, leaning closer and varying one brow a millimeter or so. Up and down, up and down, until he snorted. "I may take some time to adjust. I will admit, I've given over to not using them, and now I'm entirely out of practice. On the upside, I may be able to look surprised again without appearing confused."

Rose took his hands and pulled him to his feet. "Well, I like it. And if there's any breaking in to be done, we do share a room."

He smirked, sly as a fox (aided, of course, by his now-expressive eyebrows). "Why, Rose Tyler, to think you'd have an old fellow like me in your bed?"

She grinned at him. "You look positively young for a man of your extreme age."

He harrumphed.

"And I imagine Mum would have something to say," Rose said as she wrapped her arms around him.

"Yes, this was entirely intentional." The Doctor nodded solemnly. "I chose this body in particular to spite your mother across time, space, and dimensions. You've caught me. Jig is up."

Rose ignored his sarcasm, and stood on tiptoe to brush her lips across his, soft as breath. "The question is, Doctor," she leaned in and whispered in his ear, "can you still run?"

"I should bloody well think so!" he answered, more sharply than he'd intended. "But research should be done before we meet with our next life-and-death situation, given that today's was so unexpected."

"Alright then. Where d'you want to go first? Barcelona?"

"Capital idea. But first, let me change out of this ridiculous bow tie."