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He had been there, watching the two converse, when the great painter had told Amy of her 'sadness'. The Doctor had stayed silent, bearing the burden alone as he, the last of the Time Lords felt suddenly small compared to Vincent and his gift. Amy couldn't understand what Vincent meant at the time, but he had. Oh how the Doctor had wished to tell Amy why she felt so terribly sad without the slightest realization. Every time he saw her crying unknowingly, as she passed over a shirt or vest in the TARDIS's closet, each time her hands shook when accidentally grabbing three of something from a shop, instead of two... it never hurt him any less.