She leaned against his door frame, chewing on her upper lip for a moment. It almost hurt, how much she cared for him - loved him, although that really wasn't forthcoming. "You have a few minutes just to talk?" She dropped her rucksack outside of the door, and tried not to just.... wobble back and forth.
"Sure," he said, looking at her curiously. He'd never seen her quite like this and he'd have never said no anyhow. "Come here, have a seat," he offered.
She sat on his bed after toeing off her shoes, and pulled her feet up to sit cross-legged. "How're you?" She tilted her head, her fingers touching his shoulder for just a second. She'd not really talked to anyone since the TARDIS thing, and.... and maybe she'd just thought things out. Maybe that's how she decided that she needed to tell him.
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