"...not really, no," Rory admitted. Amy was right, of course she was. He didn't need to worry any more than usual (even if 'usual' was a lot). It was hard to remember that, though, when she wasn't here and alive and kissing him. He kissed back, softly. "I know you are, and - the Doctor really is, and it's not that I think you can't cope, but I panicked. You might have been out there being stabbed or ...or exploded by demons and -" And I was stuck in here. Being useless.