"Just brings up bad memories." The Doctor held her and cried. He was breathing deeply. He closed his eyes and he took awhile to calm down.
"Telling them was still hard though, " He whispered. He really did hate having to have told them. He knew that they had to be told.
He was very silent for awhile. Eleven knew the memories the Tenth was getting upset about. Eleven had tried to forget as much of the past as he could. It just hurt. He knew he did remember, He just didn't focus on them even when he tried to forget.