You sit there in your heartache
Eight is not occupying his usual spot by the fire, nor is he outside or in his TARDIS.
No, today he is laying on one of the couches eyes closed as he gently tosses a cricket ball from one hand to the other.
He's not particularly looking for company. Really, what he'd like to do is nap, but a nagging headache right behind his eyes is preventing him from doing that. So instead here he is, trying to attract as little attention to himself as possible while he tries to will the pain in his head away.
Feel free to poke at him, he needs a good poking, or so says the narration.
No, today he is laying on one of the couches eyes closed as he gently tosses a cricket ball from one hand to the other.
He's not particularly looking for company. Really, what he'd like to do is nap, but a nagging headache right behind his eyes is preventing him from doing that. So instead here he is, trying to attract as little attention to himself as possible while he tries to will the pain in his head away.
Feel free to poke at him, he needs a good poking, or so says the narration.