[ He's laughing. Laughing like he's never been so happy because this time it's not a hallucination, an echo of the past in a TARDIS that can bring back what it likes, or his own regenerating mind playing tricks on him. This time she's real, flesh and blood and firm in his arms and he laughs because he thinks he could fly.

The grin couldn't disappear from his face even if he tried to make it. He cups her cheeks, strokes his thumbs over them, and leans forward to kiss her forehead. It's been centuries since he saw her last and he's crying at this point. A few tears of joy drip slowly down his cheeks. ]

Yeah. It is.