Rose was determined to take care of the Doctor. She'd be his Doctor. He needed her. "I'm here for you. We'll take this at the pace you need it to be taken to." Tomorrow she'd look into some psychology texts and see what she could learn. She knew the Doctor well enough, or at least she hoped she did, to be able to tailor what human psychology had for him. "You can use my bed, so you're not on the couch. I don't mind sleeping on the couch for a while." She had slept on it for the first few weeks he was gone, she had been ready to leave at a moment's notice. 

"After you get some rest, we'll work on the TARDIS." That always made him feel better, working with his hands. She finally let go of him, and started cleaning up.