"Flattered," the Doctor said dryly, with that almost amused smirk. How lovely to know he was "close" to this ideal Doctor of River's. The awkward teenage version. It has been so long that he only barely remembers his teenage years -- or maybe the fact was he remembered, he simply didn't think back to those times too much, aside from a general regret for what he had done and didn't do and what he wished he'd said.

He straightened to glance over at River. She was looking about as River Song as she usually did. He couldn't quite explain it: she just looked pure River, from the top of her excessive hair to the bottom of her toes and he wouldn't have it any other way. The secrets, now. Those he could do without. It was one thing to keep secrets from the humans. But he'd like to say he was a better judge of time travel and timey-wimey things than the average human and there were definitely some days where River's teases and half-teases drove him mad.

"So how long do you plan to keep them?" the Doctor suddenly switched course. "The spoilers and your teases."

He was still trying to picture them meeting in the first place.