River's running, combat boots tapping on the floor, until she comes upon the Doctor and stops short a few yards away. She looks at him, then behind him, almost wild-eyed. River does not like when her people are hurt. If anyone came up behind him and she had reason to think they were responsible, she might kick them in the head. "Doctor...?" Her tone is almost plaintive. You aren't okay, why aren't you okay? Can I help you be okay?
The Doctor has paused to lean momentarily against a wall, trying to clear his head and catch his breath, and blinks at River in confusion for a moment before he manages to reorient, a little. "--ah," he says, "River. Good to see you. Lovely evening, isn't it?"
His smile is definitely...weak.
But equally, he doesn't want to worry her. (Yeah, good luck on that.)
Too late, Doctor. Much too late. All River can think is that, Simon should be here. He could help. "No it's not. No it's not." And if the Doctor's willing, River's going to move forward and try to tuck herself under his arm to help support him.
He's willing, and winces a bit because he's supposed to be helping her, and - but he appreciates her support, and he trusts her, and right now that seems to be about what he can manage.
He swallows hard and tries not to lean too much, taking a couple deep breaths to clear his head, or try. "Well," he says, "I - just lucky you turned up, isn't it? Things are a bit - fuzzy. Muzzy. Either or, I think they're basically the same thing-"
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His smile is definitely...weak.
But equally, he doesn't want to worry her. (Yeah, good luck on that.)
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He swallows hard and tries not to lean too much, taking a couple deep breaths to clear his head, or try. "Well," he says, "I - just lucky you turned up, isn't it? Things are a bit - fuzzy. Muzzy. Either or, I think they're basically the same thing-"
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