[ if clara ever wants honesty, there's probably really never going to be anyone else who'd offer it so bluntly. and when he steps inside, catching her dress in his hands when she gives it a toss, his brow quirks up in observing her attempt at making things at least a little bit tidier in a space that had begun to look more like a storage closet than an actual bedroom.
he'd already begun to stay over, always steering away from the doctors' side of things, even if he occasionally side eyes the cluster of miscellaneous items that seem like the result of blind shopping through the station's occasional supply drop. it hasn't necessarily bothered him, not when clara's proven to be plenty distracting anyway, giving a lot more to give his attention to than the abundance of hoarding, but it does catch his eye whenever he comes around, like he's trying to decide if it's worth asking about or if he's better off without the knowledge of what goes on in the doctor's mind.
tossing her dress to hang over his shoulder as he moves further inside, he at least gives the room a careful look since she's apparently worked herself towards the effort, broken arm and all. ]
Can't you just toss half that crap to the trash? Would they even notice?
bedroom, hoarder edition;
[ if clara ever wants honesty, there's probably really never going to be anyone else who'd offer it so bluntly. and when he steps inside, catching her dress in his hands when she gives it a toss, his brow quirks up in observing her attempt at making things at least a little bit tidier in a space that had begun to look more like a storage closet than an actual bedroom.
he'd already begun to stay over, always steering away from the doctors' side of things, even if he occasionally side eyes the cluster of miscellaneous items that seem like the result of blind shopping through the station's occasional supply drop. it hasn't necessarily bothered him, not when clara's proven to be plenty distracting anyway, giving a lot more to give his attention to than the abundance of hoarding, but it does catch his eye whenever he comes around, like he's trying to decide if it's worth asking about or if he's better off without the knowledge of what goes on in the doctor's mind.
tossing her dress to hang over his shoulder as he moves further inside, he at least gives the room a careful look since she's apparently worked herself towards the effort, broken arm and all. ]
Can't you just toss half that crap to the trash? Would they even notice?