Yeah, no, the TARDIS doesn't like his other. Evidently. He's not an exception to a rule, though; she doesn't like most people, if she notices them. Granted, she's never broken anyone's fingers before, but then, no one's ever covered the console in marshmallow goo before, either.
Pursuing the matter seems somewhat futile, though, so he follows his other outside, proceeding to firmly lock the door behind himself - he doesn't think she'd go and hurt anyone else, but it's better to be safe than sorry, and it's symbolic gesture, too, serving to underline the angry disapproval he's still sending out along their mental bond - when he almost drops the key at his other's outcry.
"What?"
He quickly steps around his TARDIS, one hand on her solid wood as he leans around the corner - and oh. Oh no. He sucks in a breath and squints at the damage; then at his other, wishing for some way to apologize that doesn't involve the words 'I'm sorry'.
"That - I'm really - I mean, I didn't - I'll just - "
And if the Doctor were someone to swear a lot, this would warrant a few curse words. He drops his shoulders.
"Do you want me to, you know." He cocks a thumb over his shoulder at his TARDIS door. He doesn't want to leave, not at all, and he'd have to find some way to meet up with his other again, maybe jump ahead a couple of years and contrive a second 'chance meeting', but this, this just isn't going very well, and there's no point in staying if his other doesn't want him around.
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Pursuing the matter seems somewhat futile, though, so he follows his other outside, proceeding to firmly lock the door behind himself - he doesn't think she'd go and hurt anyone else, but it's better to be safe than sorry, and it's symbolic gesture, too, serving to underline the angry disapproval he's still sending out along their mental bond - when he almost drops the key at his other's outcry.
"What?"
He quickly steps around his TARDIS, one hand on her solid wood as he leans around the corner - and oh. Oh no. He sucks in a breath and squints at the damage; then at his other, wishing for some way to apologize that doesn't involve the words 'I'm sorry'.
"That - I'm really - I mean, I didn't - I'll just - "
And if the Doctor were someone to swear a lot, this would warrant a few curse words. He drops his shoulders.
"Do you want me to, you know." He cocks a thumb over his shoulder at his TARDIS door. He doesn't want to leave, not at all, and he'd have to find some way to meet up with his other again, maybe jump ahead a couple of years and contrive a second 'chance meeting', but this, this just isn't going very well, and there's no point in staying if his other doesn't want him around.