He knew it was time, of course; he was just trying to deny it.
Denying it might have been more successful if there’d been anything else to do. He’d sorted the problem with the bride - and half suspected the TARDIS, crafty ship that she was, had thrown her at him just to make sure he did something. Didn’t just sit there and spend endless hours
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At the moment I'm working on a list of fanfic rec for someone and this one is so going to be on that list. It's gorgeously written and, for all its darkness, makes so much sense! Brilliant characterisation!
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