Pain Shared is Split by Half [Active]

[shout_geronimo]

Character(s): Yuna and the Eleventh Doctor.
Content: After a rough night, Yuna and the Doctor have a heart-to-heart chat.
Setting: Iriela Apartments
Time: Late night, Week 36
Warnings: Descriptions of nightmares?

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[shout_geronimo]

"I know," came the quiet response, the Doctor gently wrapping his arms around Yuna in a fatherly gesture. "And it hurts, I know it does. The pain never does go away, but we mourn, and eventually we move on. That's the most we can do." He didn't know what Yuna had been dreaming about, and perhaps he was telling that to himself as much as her, but it was all the Time Lord could do, really. He was the Doctor, but that didn't always help. It was a strange coincidence that they would both have such terrible dreams in the same night - and judging but he tears in Yuna's eyes, her own nightmares had struck a nerve.

[sumofallfayth]

In a way, that gesture was what she needed, even as it brought forth more painful memories. She shut them all out, closing her eyes against it all and nodded, leaning against him for just a few minutes before she pulled back and tried to regain her summoner's composure. It felt like so long since she'd had to think about what she'd done, everything she'd lost. And now... it was all right there in front of her again

[shout_geronimo]

The Doctor let Yuna go when she pulled away from him, stepping back and observing her while he tried to make sure she was alright. But she wasn't alright, of course she wasn't, silly Doctor - and he wasn't anywhere near the realm of alright, either. Even so, he could hide it well enough, at least for now, and there was no way he was going to let Yuna know what he'd been dreaming about. He wouldn't want that on anyone.

"I know the feeling," he told her softly, a bit of wistfulness creeping into his voice. The universe never could stay saved, could it? All that effort, all the pain and sweat and tears, all the memories that would never really go away no matter how much he wished it would, and that could never bloody be it, could it? There was always so much to do, so very much, and the mere prospect of it all was utterly exhausting - even to the Doctor.

[sumofallfayth]

Yuna noticed the way he spoke, the way the words echoed in the air, his choice of words. It was as though he knew what she meant, had felt what she felt and understood what she was saying. She wanted to get off the subject of her past, but she also didn't want to cling.

"But... it's just a dream, isn't it?"

These nightmares didn't mean anything. For all they knew... these were just related to... something in the city.

[shout_geronimo]

"Sometimes," said the Doctor, moving to the cupboards and taking out a mug so he could also get some tea (it wasn't as though he'd be sleeping for awhile, anyway). "Sometimes they're memories, or fears, or even things that haven't happened yet. So I guess they're never really just dreams." Wait. He probably wasn't helping with that, was he? Oh, dear. "Well, if it makes you feel better, Yuna, I'm sure it's nothing. Might be the city getting to us. All this snow, and the new law in place." Not that he ever paid attention to silly things like laws, mind you - not unless they made sense to him, anyway (and sadly, they so rarely did).

"Cup of tea and we'll both be fine. You'll see," he continued, doing his best to keep both of their spirits up.