It was alright. *he smiles against his skin, pulling back so that his forehead was in the crook of his neck* I can’t help it, I think about you all the time. Honestly, I should have a better use of my time, buuuttt… *he trails off, squeezing the other slightly* I’d rather not.
-The Master looked up at him when he was squeezed.- Is that really…. -he started, only to recall that a few days ago the Doctor wouldn’t have been able to do this. He’d be dead by now.- Pardon me. I meant that to be ‘is that so?’
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