[The mention of River's name very nearly knocks the breath out of her. It's like cold water being splashed over her, reminding her of the fact that no matter what he may say, her feeling the way she does is wrong.

Telling him about those feelings is wrong.

He's married to River, even if she's very technically dead in the timeline they're in together. But he's right about the way time works for them, even if she also feels it makes him a huge hypocrite for rejecting her based on the fact that she's from beyond him in the timeline. She doesn't vocalize that, but she does lift her gaze enough to briefly meet his eyes. Her fingers press a little more firmly against his wrist, like she's trying to gauge how fast his hearts are beating right now.]

You're married to River. [Her free hand goes up to cup his cheek, thumb grazing along his jawline. It's to show him that there's no hard feelings, and that she's always be his Clara.]

I don't have the right to tell you what I did, much less everything I wanna say. No matter how important it may seem.

[All of that sounds so painfully human and ordinary that she rolls her eyes at herself, and quickly adds on:]

Whenever you're ready to hear every ounce of what I'm thinking and feeling when it comes to you, Doctor, you let me know. But I'll only let you do it when you're ready to accept all of it without a fight. You don't have to reciprocate, but you're absolutely not allowed to tell me what you think is best for me. It's my life, and who I give my heart to is my own choice. You don't get to take that away from me.

[The corner of her mouth tugs upward, dimple trailing in its wake.]