Jack was older. The Doctor couldn't tell how much older, exactly, but as far as timeline was concerned, he was at least some time after the Doctor had last seen him. Which had also been in a bar. But that memory felt as though it had happened to someone else now, and Jack seemed a lot happier.
He wanted to say hello. Didn't necessarily want to just walk over and do it; didn't know whether Jack would understand who he was and anyway they seemed to be... well, doing the sort of thing that got done a lot between Jack and other people.
It took him a few more seconds, but he finally stumbled upon the solution. He snatched a napkin from the bartop, reached into the inside pocket of his jacket for a pen. A few minutes later, when the server brought the new drink to Jack's table, she was also holding the napkin, folded in half. She presented it to Jack, pointing out the Doctor as the one who'd sent it over.
The note, when opened, would prove to be a single question: Did it work out with Alonso?
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He wanted to say hello. Didn't necessarily want to just walk over and do it; didn't know whether Jack would understand who he was and anyway they seemed to be... well, doing the sort of thing that got done a lot between Jack and other people.
It took him a few more seconds, but he finally stumbled upon the solution. He snatched a napkin from the bartop, reached into the inside pocket of his jacket for a pen. A few minutes later, when the server brought the new drink to Jack's table, she was also holding the napkin, folded in half. She presented it to Jack, pointing out the Doctor as the one who'd sent it over.
The note, when opened, would prove to be a single question: Did it work out with Alonso?
The Doctor gave a short, fluttering wave.