[Thread] I will not stand, nor will I utter words...

[phd_query]

Who?: OU!Rose Tyler, OU!Tenth Doctor
Where?: Church balcony.
When?: Late evening.
Summary?: Ten has a chat with Rose about some recent events.
Warnings?: None

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[never_stay_home]

It was not without a faint trace of hesitancy that Rose entered the church, a half-beat drag to her steps that marked a mind worrying a little more than it ought over something it couldn't change. It was nothing so productive as framing words of her own, being rather more akin to prodding at a sore spot despite knowing that yes, it will ache this time, too. Her gaze sought the balcony even as her feet found their way to the stairs, and she made her ascent, skipping steps to avoid the worst of the creaking. One hand nudged a little self-consciously at a few tendrils of hair that had slipped free of her loose ponytail, tucking them back behind her ears.

[phd_query]

The balcony was getting a little chilly this time of year, holes in the roof not helping keeping any of the scarce heat from the daytime in. The balcony flat had become a little more recognizably a livable space, a few books scattered about, bookshelves moved up from the rectory supporting the weight of a few larger volumes.

The Doctor was wearing his coat, long, brown, all purpose, all weather. He held his screwdriver in the other hand and tapped it against his lips as he paced. When Rose appeared at the top of the stairs, the Doctor swept towards her, unsmiling, eyes dark.

[never_stay_home]

Rose, for her part, tried for a smile, though it was a little uncertain, almost-guilty, fading around the edges under the Doctor's unsmiling gaze. She stepped away from the edge of the stairs, then halted, eyeing him questioningly. "Hey," she ventured, the fingers of one hand curling and uncurling at her side in an empty gesture, something like an aborted wave.

[phd_query]

A few more steps brought the Doctor into Rose's immediate proximity, and without pause, he embraced her wordlessly. It was one of those tight, half-desperate hugs he had traded with her time and time again, after a narrow brush with death, or a long separation. He was trembling faintly. A minute or so rolled by before he abruptly released her, dropping his hands back to his sides.

"Right then..."