Rory was sat in the corner of the TARDIS on a small fold out chair, frowning into his lap. Meanwhile, the Doctor and River stood cross armed looking at Amy as she walked through the doors.

"Is this an intervention?" she asked.

"Actually, as a matter of fact Pond, it is." the Doctor said, a slight smirk passing his lips.

She turned to look at Rory who looked sheepish and embarrassed, "Rory?"

He stood up and walked slowly towards her, "It's just, well, Amy..."

"You treat him like shit." the Doctor muttered, and all three of the others looked up at him in surprise.

"Well what? It's true! And somebody had to say it!"

"I..." Amy trailed off, looking at Rory, her eyebrows furrowed.

"He's right you know Amy," he mumbled, and then with more force he repeated it, "He's right! It's just, okay, you always put me down. Can you not see that my self confidence is not the highest? All my life, I was second best for you, the consolation prize when your raggedy man in his big blue box never turned up. I loved you right from the start, and you kind of just put up with me. I know you love me now, I know that, but calling me names and flirting with him doesn't help me remember that, Amy. I just need some respect, and I need you to tell me that you love me."

Amy looked at Rory, her eyes filled with tears, "Of course I love you, you s- you lovely, lovely man. My man, my Rory."

And with that, they kissed.