"You know, I think she keeps this one twitchy on purpose, I've jimmied it to within a decade but—hm?" The other Doctor looks up from tapping the casing of the yearometer. "What? Oh, tea. Yes. Tea would be brilliant, thanks." And he recognizes the expression on his other's face; it's something along the lines of 'I'm trying to be polite but would you please just shut up and let me get on with doing things my way, because my way works, and I really don't want to snap at you but I will if you keep it up' crossed with a bit of the old standby, 'Did you really just insult my TARDIS?'
Oh. Oops.
He slips off his glasses and pockets them, standing back and away from the console. He really wants to get out his sonic screwdriver and have at those controls—it's become almost a hobby of his, maintaining his TARDIS—but it's not his place. It feels like it should be, but it isn't. Crossing his arms across his chest, hands tucked under his upper arms, an old posture kept over from his Ninth, he gives his other a small, slightly apologetic grin. Got carried away with myself there, sorry, you know how it is.
"I'll get it myself. You carry on." He starts towards the door into the interior proper, but stops himself on the way. "Oh, and the console room might be best, if you're...if you're stopping over."
They haven't talked about it, not out loud, but that's where it's felt like all of this has been leading, the understanding backgrounding their mental communications, the intent of their actions so far.
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Oh. Oops.
He slips off his glasses and pockets them, standing back and away from the console. He really wants to get out his sonic screwdriver and have at those controls—it's become almost a hobby of his, maintaining his TARDIS—but it's not his place. It feels like it should be, but it isn't. Crossing his arms across his chest, hands tucked under his upper arms, an old posture kept over from his Ninth, he gives his other a small, slightly apologetic grin. Got carried away with myself there, sorry, you know how it is.
"I'll get it myself. You carry on." He starts towards the door into the interior proper, but stops himself on the way. "Oh, and the console room might be best, if you're...if you're stopping over."
They haven't talked about it, not out loud, but that's where it's felt like all of this has been leading, the understanding backgrounding their mental communications, the intent of their actions so far.