He reaches toward her, hand moving to cup her cheek before hesitating, reconsidering, letting his hand rest on her shoulder instead. The illusion, for the moment, is too good to let drop.

"I didn't say I was." Perfectly reasonable, a little bit soulful, the affront he remembers from Harkness' voice moulded into just the faintest edge of reprove. "I'm just one of his secrets. Something he swept under the rug before you came along. They'll tell you I'm not a person," he says, tilting his head back toward the Doctor and April. "And you can believe that, if you want. If that makes things better."

Eyes on eyes. Everything open and earnest. Posture saying Trust me and tone with regret.

"I know you wish he was here right now, but there's only me."