"I'm not your boyfriend, Clara." The Doctor solemnly tells his best friend before whisking her and only her away to travel time and space with him.
"I'm not a hugger." The Doctor mumbles as Clara throws her arms around him, but he does nothing to remove her.
"I'm not any different." The newly regenerated Thirteenth Doctor reassures Clara the first time she sees his new face and begins to cry.
"I'm still not a hugger." The Doctor chuckles as he sweeps his darling Clara off her feet.
"I'm not a kisser, but..." The Doctor's sentence trails off Clara, his best friend, his girlfriend, leans in.
"I'm not marriage material, but..." The Doctor swallows nervously and gets down on one knee.
"I'm not a parent!" The Doctor cries in panic as Clara tells him she's going into labor.
"I'm not a teacher." The Doctor growls as his son asks to learn how to fly the TARDIS.
"I'm not ready." The Doctor sobs, clutching a dying Clara to his chest. She smiles up at him. "You have to be." She sighs as she slips away...