He does, stepping across the small gap between the two TARDIS. He can still feel his, of course, at such close proximity, but he can't feel the one he's standing in now, except at a very, very distant twice-remove—the far-away sense that his TARDIS is in contact with this one. It's always bizarre, being in a TARDIS that is his but isn't his.
He lets his hand rest on the doorframe of his other's TARDIS for a moment. Thank you, the gesture's meant to say.
It looks just like his, his other's TARDIS, except...
Leaning in to look at the console closer, he pushes his glasses (which he's not yet bothered to take off) further up his nose. "No, you've still got the strange-force hypothetical-particle relay bypassing the Keppler resonance arc?"
And even before he's finished that sentence, he's looking over other bits of wiring and circuitry, commenting to himself on their state of affairs and how it could be improved, his expression somewhere between amused and 'oh, really, come on, you can do better than this, look at this.'
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He lets his hand rest on the doorframe of his other's TARDIS for a moment. Thank you, the gesture's meant to say.
It looks just like his, his other's TARDIS, except...
Leaning in to look at the console closer, he pushes his glasses (which he's not yet bothered to take off) further up his nose. "No, you've still got the strange-force hypothetical-particle relay bypassing the Keppler resonance arc?"
And even before he's finished that sentence, he's looking over other bits of wiring and circuitry, commenting to himself on their state of affairs and how it could be improved, his expression somewhere between amused and 'oh, really, come on, you can do better than this, look at this.'