I feel like someone stumbled upon Mr. Tennant sitting in a cupboard and wishing that it were bigger on the inside and having all kinds of feels about how he misses the TARDIS and then when they opened the door he looked at them and said “…I don’t want to go.” And they said “it’s okay, Doctor…you don’t have to.” And then they took a picture and closed the door and left him in peace so he could finish his feels and tea.
Everything’s better with...good cuppa; even Mr. Tennant.