What really bothered him was the expressions on their faces. He'd never seen anyone look at the Master like that before. He'd never seen the Master look at anyone like that, ever. Not even Lucy.
But of course, Lucy and Una were hardly similar -except in that one respect. maybe more; after all, how much did he really know (understand) about either of them?-
From his position by the snack-stand across from where they were standing, the Doctor stood with a bag of popcorn in one hand and a bottle of lemonade in the other and watched her tug him closer, wrap his tie around her hand like it was...
It should probably bother him more that he was not only attempting to eavesdrop but that he was basically putting himself into the position of a peeping Tom. Rassilon, what was wrong with them? -him. what was wrong with him.-
He forced himself to look away, to turn and walk back the way he had come, leaving the bag and bottle on the stand where he had found them. He didn't think he could eat with the tight, hot knot of -actually, he'd probably feel better if it was only- jealousy in his stomach.
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But of course, Lucy and Una were hardly similar -except in that one respect. maybe more; after all, how much did he really know (understand) about either of them?-
From his position by the snack-stand across from where they were standing, the Doctor stood with a bag of popcorn in one hand and a bottle of lemonade in the other and watched her tug him closer, wrap his tie around her hand like it was...
It should probably bother him more that he was not only attempting to eavesdrop but that he was basically putting himself into the position of a peeping Tom. Rassilon, what was wrong with them? -him. what was wrong with him.-
He forced himself to look away, to turn and walk back the way he had come, leaving the bag and bottle on the stand where he had found them. He didn't think he could eat with the tight, hot knot of -actually, he'd probably feel better if it was only- jealousy in his stomach.