[And this would be the point where it hits him. Actually, properly hits him. He's got the Doctor in his flat. The Doctor! The Doctor whom he positively hero worshiped as a boy, who- by rights, shouldn't exist at all, and yet here he is. Sam's face, which previously had wavered in between irritated and confused, now splits in a huge, fuckoff grin]
Oh, that's brilliant. You're the Doctor, and you're- [a little laugh.] Completely fucking mental, of course, but brilliant.
[He's still beaming that wonderful, little boy smile he so rarely has cause to use]
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Oh, that's brilliant. You're the Doctor, and you're- [a little laugh.] Completely fucking mental, of course, but brilliant.
[He's still beaming that wonderful, little boy smile he so rarely has cause to use]