[ The things controlling Newt had their hands wrung tight around her throat, and he thinks they would have done it too — would have strangled the breath right out of her if they didn't use that knife of theirs first. Either way, they'd lured her in and would have finished the job if he hadn't meddled, he's certain of it, and meddling is something he finds himself doing more often than not. He's really rather good at it, too. Even if he ... might have gotten himself a bit stabbed this time around.
Still.
He glances in River's direction, his own expression softening. There's the slightest hint of teasing when he pats her hand with his free one, the movement causing his bad arm to smart a little. He does his best not to wince too much, but he's always been the worst patient. ] I'd do the same thing if it were you, you know.
[ She takes a breath, fingers tightening on his arm like she might protest. But it will do her no good when it comes to this. Her expression is fond, though, her admonishment lacking any real heat. ]
Stubborn. I'll never forgive you if you get yourself killed.
[ There's an edge of sincerity to her voice, but her eyes glimmer with amusement. ]
I thought we'd rather established grand sacrifices are my job.
[ Then almost soothingly, ] Let someone else do it next time.
Well. Then I'll just have to be sure to avoid any sort of killing that comes my way, won't I?
[ Because between the actual being killed, and being met with River Song's scorn for the rest of eternity, he'll surely pick the former than the latter.
And he taps the very tip of her nose, as is his usual playful way, for good measure. ]
How about we all collectively agree that we try not to get ourselves killed before we can figure out this whole orbs business, eh?
But they've arrived now at their room, and he is feeling just a little less energetic than usual — which is rubbish, really; downright annoying. He'd rather be out and about and doing all sorts of things, but this tetchy, itchy wound must be healed the long way forward lest he risk blowing up this whole station with an uncontrolled burst of regeneration energy that could send him right into his last moments. ]
Right. Yes. [ He huffs. ] Rest. I'll do just that. What will you do now?
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[ The things controlling Newt had their hands wrung tight around her throat, and he thinks they would have done it too — would have strangled the breath right out of her if they didn't use that knife of theirs first. Either way, they'd lured her in and would have finished the job if he hadn't meddled, he's certain of it, and meddling is something he finds himself doing more often than not. He's really rather good at it, too. Even if he ... might have gotten himself a bit stabbed this time around.
Still.
He glances in River's direction, his own expression softening. There's the slightest hint of teasing when he pats her hand with his free one, the movement causing his bad arm to smart a little. He does his best not to wince too much, but he's always been the worst patient. ] I'd do the same thing if it were you, you know.
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Stubborn. I'll never forgive you if you get yourself killed.
[ There's an edge of sincerity to her voice, but her eyes glimmer with amusement. ]
I thought we'd rather established grand sacrifices are my job.
[ Then almost soothingly, ] Let someone else do it next time.
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[ Because between the actual being killed, and being met with River Song's scorn for the rest of eternity, he'll surely pick the former than the latter.
And he taps the very tip of her nose, as is his usual playful way, for good measure. ]
How about we all collectively agree that we try not to get ourselves killed before we can figure out this whole orbs business, eh?
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You have yourself a deal. And don't think I won't hold you to it.
[ It's softly teasing except for the protective way her fingers dig into his arm. ]
You should rest, Sweetie.
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[ Not from her, especially.
But they've arrived now at their room, and he is feeling just a little less energetic than usual — which is rubbish, really; downright annoying. He'd rather be out and about and doing all sorts of things, but this tetchy, itchy wound must be healed the long way forward lest he risk blowing up this whole station with an uncontrolled burst of regeneration energy that could send him right into his last moments. ]
Right. Yes. [ He huffs. ] Rest. I'll do just that. What will you do now?
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Oh, you know me, Doctor. I've always got something in mind.
[ If she's currently somewhat adrift, it's nothing to worry him about. He has enough on his mind. ]
But I think I'll start with a walk.
[ Still smiling, she gives him a gentle nudge toward his bed. ]
I'll make sure you get settled in first.