Date: 2007-10-01 03:06 am (UTC)
The Doctor’s eyes are squeezed closed as tightly as his arms are wrapped around the Master, and in that moment he can’t even think, –which is quite something, considering– because he can feel that dual heartbeat against his own chest and because the Master is exasperated with him.

“What do you mean it’s not my color?” he asks in a voice that’s a little too high and a little too fast, even for him, and lets go reluctantly. “I think it’s a perfect color, and look! It even has maroon pinstripes.” He points to his shoulder, turning so the Master can see. “I thought that was brilliant, when I saw it in the shop, blue and maroon, snazzy…” Actually it was Rose who had told him he looked good in blue, and she was the reason –and he had never had a chance to show it off to her– he had bought the suit.

But Setsuna –oh, Setsuna’s there– is asking him a question too so he turns and says, as though it were completely obvious; –of all the people in the Universe

“Of course I know him! He’s the Master.” And he has to take a breath then, because he finally realizes– “I hugged him because… because…” he flounders suddenly, and Rassilon help him he is going to cry.
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