Another one
Mine goodness this is turning into an obsession isnt it??
River convinces herself that she had tried oh-so-very hard not to notice the silly grin that would adorn his face whenever she would pick out a book that was a personal favourite of his. She likes to pretend that she hadn’t been entranced by his odd, and rather old fashioned mannerisms and his awkward, yet excitable way of explaining the Kronicus theorems. She also knows that she lies.
The Doctor convinces himself that he hadn’t felt the sensation of her squeezing his hand when she was frightened. He also tries to convince himself that he doesn’t like it. He likes to pretend that he doesn’t care, or particularly notice the way that her frame seems to suit the clothing of every single time period they’ve ever visited. But he also knows that he lies. Just. Like. Her.
They would dance gracelessly and inelegantly around each other. A silent battle of dominance on a subject neither would admit to. Flickering feelings that accompanied fleeting glances. At times, all the bottled up thoughts and emotions, almost, almost tumbled out of them like rushing water. But something would always keep them back. A small niggling thought that wriggled in the back of both their consciousness.
Maybe they only ever lied.