[ Oh, it's not just the question that has the Doctor running every bit of their conversation back again like a tape on rewind. He keeps his hands in his pockets as Clara steps out of the small orbit they've created and moves towards her dresser to continue eating the satsuma in silence against the background of the station's soft, electrical hum.
The Doctor doesn't say anything, for once keeping quiet too, keeping watch, and he notes the way those big, beautiful eyes of hers start to fill with tears. His lips part as though there are words he's preparing for, questions he wants to ask — but nothing comes out even as he starts to hover towards her again. ]
Since this morning. [ It's said slowly, concern and curiousity beginning to work its way into his features in equal amounts. ] Why? What are you not telling me, Clara?
[ How could something have happened in his absence? Because he's convinced now that something has happened, everything is all ... wrong now, everything feels very much out of place, muddled even further than the way they've already started this adventure out of sync.
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The Doctor doesn't say anything, for once keeping quiet too, keeping watch, and he notes the way those big, beautiful eyes of hers start to fill with tears. His lips part as though there are words he's preparing for, questions he wants to ask — but nothing comes out even as he starts to hover towards her again. ]
Since this morning. [ It's said slowly, concern and curiousity beginning to work its way into his features in equal amounts. ] Why? What are you not telling me, Clara?
[ How could something have happened in his absence? Because he's convinced now that something has happened, everything is all ... wrong now, everything feels very much out of place, muddled even further than the way they've already started this adventure out of sync.
Very, very seriously: ] What happened?