Thinking Too Hard... (Open, Multiple Threads Welcome)

[incorrigibledoc]

There was a velvet-clad elbow resting on the top of the Library table, precariously close to a cup of tea, long since gone cold.  There was a set of fingernails drumming erratically on the varnished surface, fingernails bitten to the quick, a few tips smeared with red-orange blood.  There was a pair of blue eyes that stared unseeing at the open text before them, pinched and creased as if a vicious headache lurked just behind the azure irises.  There was a head of curls disarrayed by nervous pulling, a silk cravat undone by restless hands, a set of shoulders locked with tension.

There was a Doctor, sitting at a table in the Library, drowning in stacks of books, cursing his ineffectiveness and losing his hope.

Feel free to talk to him, but at this point, even he isn't sure of the reception he'll give.