Eleven's smile dimmed slightly, "Rory, whether we would or not is beside the point. I said I'd do things properly this time and part of that is getting the blessing of the bride's father. I do want you." He paused, smiling at Amy, "both of you," looking back at Rory, "to be a part of this."

He was still smiling, but his eyes held a touch of sadness as he thought about the family he'd had so many centuries ago. He hadn't had an actual proper family since then. Amy and Rory may never completely understand just how much they mean to him, no matter how hard he tries to show them in his own - sometimes awkward - way.