It's not at all. You should tell me everything you want to tell me, no holding back. Not with me.

[ When the fish fade and trail away, the Doctor leans forward more, lacing his fingers together and resting his forearms on his knees. ]

What are you afraid of? You've held it so long and you can't go back, yes, but what else? Are you afraid of it hurting too much, of losing control? Of all of it? What if everything you were afraid of happened right now, everything you felt while you could feel it? And you let go, and I was here with you. What then?