Characters: Rose Tyler, The Doctor Location: Their Place Planet: Coruscant When: Week 25 What: Hopefully, a bit of comforting. Rating: PG13 for angst and other things.
He made no hurry of wandering back from where he'd been moping to the apartment he shared with Rose. Lately he'd alternated between tired and bubbling over with manic energy. He preferred the latter, it helped him ignore and forget the weight of the Crimson Terror hanging over the planet, and all his frustration at not finding a way to stop them. At the fact that they still could attack again and he couldn't stop them.
He frowned as he stepped into the kitchen. "Is the oven staging an invasion?"
She froze, fingers still in her mouth, and slowly let her leg drop to the floor, though still didn't put her weight on it. She tugged her fingers out of her mouth with a slight 'pop', and gave him an annoyed look. "Not even gonna dignify that with a response."
Because her response had been 'wouldn't be the only thing around here', but she deemed that comment inappropriate, given the situation. With a soft sigh, she cut off the stove and crossed over to his side of the kitchen, hopping up onto the counter beside where he leaned. "Fish is nearly ready. Looks like you haven't eaten in days."
He frowned and dug his hands into his pockets, watching Rose without actually going up to her yet. It would be more difficult to pretend everything was alright if he did. She knew him too well.
"I've eaten." Snacks mostly, when he could work up an appetite and happened across something and had time. "M'always slim."
"Swedish fish and packets of crisps don't count. You're eatin'." Yep, that was definitely her mum coming out. In fact, she remembered hearing something along those same lines, back when she first arrived in Pete's world.
She could tell by the way he was standing this was going to be a difficult one, so she shoved herself off the counter and went up to him, instead. "Doctor."
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He frowned as he stepped into the kitchen. "Is the oven staging an invasion?"
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Because her response had been 'wouldn't be the only thing around here', but she deemed that comment inappropriate, given the situation. With a soft sigh, she cut off the stove and crossed over to his side of the kitchen, hopping up onto the counter beside where he leaned. "Fish is nearly ready. Looks like you haven't eaten in days."
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"I've eaten." Snacks mostly, when he could work up an appetite and happened across something and had time. "M'always slim."
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She could tell by the way he was standing this was going to be a difficult one, so she shoved herself off the counter and went up to him, instead. "Doctor."
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