Not bothering to send a reply back, he instead made his way to Jack's room, feeling every step growing heavier the closer he got. Of course Jack would have found out sooner or later, but some part of the Doctor had still hoped that just maybe they'd never have to talk about this. So much for that.
He stood outside the door for a minute or two, just thinking, before finally pushing it open and stepping inside.
Jack was pacing in his room until he sent the owl to the Doctor. He settled on a comfortable, boneless sprawl in a chair. It didn't fit his tense, angry mood, but he cared for the Doctor enough to hear him out.
"Really, Doctor? I honestly would have expected better taste." May as well try for light humor to cover the hurt and the pain. At least for now.
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Is this something we could talk about it person?
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I'm in my room.
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He stood outside the door for a minute or two, just thinking, before finally pushing it open and stepping inside.
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"Really, Doctor? I honestly would have expected better taste." May as well try for light humor to cover the hurt and the pain. At least for now.
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