[ for a moment, he's amused at her play in treating this as a secret, not entirely sure if it's her intention to actually keep it as one (since, after all, there's not really a certainty to what this even is, though he doesn't really have the expectation of trying to make sense of it to be anything). but when he steps inside after her, he's instantly consumed with the look on her face, with the passion that she describes what seems to be a primary course in her life.
with the door shut, he steps across the room, listening to her speak, and sets upon his bed, his hand reaching back out for her, gently tugging her to coax her to sit at his side.
for a moment, he thinks of quell — i wanted to be an explorer. see other worlds with my own eyes, but ... one life isn't enough time to see the stars, so ... — not surprising since the memory had arisen when the doctor spoke of similar things, of exploration and travel of the universe. but there's something more in listening to clara describe it.
because everything she says clicks together, even without the specifics or details; the way she throws herself into it, evidence of that in the way he's witnessed her so willing from the moment he'd met her, ever curious and ever determined. plenty stubborn too, but considerate as the time she'd tended to his wounds without a second thought. bossy but with a good heart.
no wonder he likes her. ]
Well, since you're here, that's plenty of proof of that. [ of running into the unknown. he means in making the deal that's brought her to the station, but maybe he partly means his room too.
but he thinks back on her words, on when she'd just come back and he looks to her with a steadiness in his gaze. ] You said ... you stopped believing this was one big space fairytale adventure. [ his voice is quiet when he asks, almost hesitantly like he's not sure she'll even answer, ] What happened?
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with the door shut, he steps across the room, listening to her speak, and sets upon his bed, his hand reaching back out for her, gently tugging her to coax her to sit at his side.
for a moment, he thinks of quell — i wanted to be an explorer. see other worlds with my own eyes, but ... one life isn't enough time to see the stars, so ... — not surprising since the memory had arisen when the doctor spoke of similar things, of exploration and travel of the universe. but there's something more in listening to clara describe it.
because everything she says clicks together, even without the specifics or details; the way she throws herself into it, evidence of that in the way he's witnessed her so willing from the moment he'd met her, ever curious and ever determined. plenty stubborn too, but considerate as the time she'd tended to his wounds without a second thought. bossy but with a good heart.
no wonder he likes her. ]
Well, since you're here, that's plenty of proof of that. [ of running into the unknown. he means in making the deal that's brought her to the station, but maybe he partly means his room too.
but he thinks back on her words, on when she'd just come back and he looks to her with a steadiness in his gaze. ] You said ... you stopped believing this was one big space fairytale adventure. [ his voice is quiet when he asks, almost hesitantly like he's not sure she'll even answer, ] What happened?