”Wednesday like— like what we did today?”
(Was it Wednesday?)
”Or— or Wednesday like… with
me here?” Seemed more likely.
She wouldn’t have counted on
the Doctor to keep track of the
days of the week. She hadn’t
been. Not for several weeks now.
”Hang on— good long or bad long?”
“—— Not like that. I
didn’t mean it like that.”
He looks at her briefly, gauging her expression.
Did she honestly think he’d be unhappy with her
here? The very thought of it almost makes him
laugh. Almost. Instead, he just ducks his head a
little as he explains,
“It’s not something that’s good or bad. I just
meant- it’s been long… for you, in particular.”
”You can be whatever kind of grump you like.
As long as you tell me what’s bothering you.
You know, besides the cat thing.”
”I suppose it’s just been a very long Wednesday.”
It had been a couple of months now — probably the longest
Clara’s gone on the TARDIS without asking to be dropped off
back at her home until the next time. He might be dreading it,
Don't you go tellin me nothin. Man seen war don't come back unscathed. Whatcha got hiding behind those big smiles?
A Cheshire grin moulded and twisted into a snarl.