[Jack looks down at the Doctor sharing in the grief. He moves the condoms back to the nightstand and lets both his hands drift up and cup the Time Lord's face in his hands kissing him deeply. Relief and anguish come through the telepathic connection and when Jack speaks his voice is rough with both emotions.]

Good....believe me Doctor that is a good thing.

[He has no desire for more children after everything he's suffered. No more hearts to break no more choices to make. He just can't anymore.]