"It's best not to argue with the TARDIS," Martha said, a little bit squished from the massive hug (he was marginally less skinny than he used to be, though slightly shorter, and regardless still strong as an ox). "Particularly if you've put her through a tough time, Doctor, you really shouldn't..."

She eased back from the hug finally, giving him a cheeky smile. "But you don't need me to tell you that. There's so much that's strange about here, maybe you can sort it out."

Maybe, maybe, now that he wasn't him anymore, they could at least meet on more level ground. Less about feeling second.