'Course you will. [He wipes the errant tear away and manages a grin.] It's what we do. [And he accepts the offer of a hug, but perhaps not quite the way the other Doctor offers it—the moment of flippancy and the grin have helped him find his rhythm again, and it's a quick bounce-and-grab, the hug he gives friends when they're just about to run off and get into some kind of incredibly-exciting-and-not-*too*-dangerous trouble.]
Oi, you're still in your jim-jams. [He's just now realized this, as he pulls back from hugging his other, hands on his shoulders, taking in the stripy pajamas.]
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Oi, you're still in your jim-jams. [He's just now realized this, as he pulls back from hugging his other, hands on his shoulders, taking in the stripy pajamas.]