*flinches away from his touch*
Theta, do not make me get on the floor. -Tries to gently rub his back.-
Then go ‘way… *hoarse whisper*
-Gives off a disgruntled sigh and sits on the dirty floor. He really should have cleaned these sooner. He pulls the Doctor into his arms.- Tell your Master what the hell is wrong with you.
*squirms, pushing him away and getting to his feet* ‘M not talking about it.
I’m on the floor for you, now you’ll tell me what’s wrong, Theta. -he says as he looks up at him.-