[ The thing is — well, the thing is, the Doctor can make a pleasant night of just about any circumstance, if given the opportunity to. A little excitement and a helpful task (such as helping a friend) really only gives him a bigger sense of purpose, making his pleasant night even moreso.
Truthfully, the worst thing is if everyone stopped needing him; now that would make for unpleasantness. ]
Of course, you're quite welcome to hang about here if you'd like to. As you can see, I don't need a whole lot of sleep myself, so — [ He gestures to his bed which is currently occupied with random knick-knacks and clothes items; easily removable with a quick swipe of the arms. ] But I quite understand if you might need a moment for yourself too. No silly Doctors to fuss over you.
[Heart still beating too fast, he scuffs his foot on the floor with absent sheepishness.]
Uhm! You wanna, like. Watch a movie. Or something?
I mean, unless you wanna check out some comics. I've got a stack of 'em you'd probably be super into.
[Usually, he's not remotely embarrassed to shove himself into any social situation. It's a little different when his neck is still sweaty from the full-bodied panic that had launched him at his friend at an ungodly hour.]
[ Please, he sounds delighted about this or comics.
Right, that decides that, then. Usually the rest of the crew are busy catching up on their zzz's and there aren't a whole lot of night owls to get up to no good with. Aside from his other self, he's been resorting to solo activities: mostly tinkering around with things in the lab, or in the kitchens. Not a bad thing either, mind you, but it can be a little too-quiet in the dead of night.
There are no friendly chimes or beeps or whirs from the TARDIS to fill that silence. ]
Oh, I haven't done either of those things in such a long time. We can do both. Lets do both.
[Honestly, the Doctor's delight immediately ignites some small measure of comfort — maybe with a little more time to breathe, he can feel just as delighted tonight. He'd love that. Love that a lot, compared to the things that poke and prod at his mind in the dead of night.]
Movie comic book night. Sounds awesome, honestly.
Got any preferences? I mean, I can't see you as a horror movie buff.
[He's not really interested in scary stuff tonight himself.]
[ The Doctor is absolutely here for good and healthy-ish habits of distraction. A silly movie, a game, a cup of tea and he's got it all down pat. He's seen horrors, he's been that very horror, but he's been kind and caring and nurturing and a saviour too.
He's got all sorts of hats in his room and, as it turns out, in his CV. If Newt needs to get anything off his chest, the Doctor leaves that door open, but he's here for a good old-fashioned cheer-up too. ]
Ha-hah. A real shocker, eh?
[ He smiles widely. ]
You know, I don't think I've seen that one. But the cleaning bot isn't allowed in here — we have an agreement, you see.
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[ The thing is — well, the thing is, the Doctor can make a pleasant night of just about any circumstance, if given the opportunity to. A little excitement and a helpful task (such as helping a friend) really only gives him a bigger sense of purpose, making his pleasant night even moreso.
Truthfully, the worst thing is if everyone stopped needing him; now that would make for unpleasantness. ]
Of course, you're quite welcome to hang about here if you'd like to. As you can see, I don't need a whole lot of sleep myself, so — [ He gestures to his bed which is currently occupied with random knick-knacks and clothes items; easily removable with a quick swipe of the arms. ] But I quite understand if you might need a moment for yourself too. No silly Doctors to fuss over you.
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[Heart still beating too fast, he scuffs his foot on the floor with absent sheepishness.]
Uhm! You wanna, like. Watch a movie. Or something?
I mean, unless you wanna check out some comics. I've got a stack of 'em you'd probably be super into.
[Usually, he's not remotely embarrassed to shove himself into any social situation. It's a little different when his neck is still sweaty from the full-bodied panic that had launched him at his friend at an ungodly hour.]
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[ Please, he sounds delighted about this or comics.
Right, that decides that, then. Usually the rest of the crew are busy catching up on their zzz's and there aren't a whole lot of night owls to get up to no good with. Aside from his other self, he's been resorting to solo activities: mostly tinkering around with things in the lab, or in the kitchens. Not a bad thing either, mind you, but it can be a little too-quiet in the dead of night.
There are no friendly chimes or beeps or whirs from the TARDIS to fill that silence. ]
Oh, I haven't done either of those things in such a long time. We can do both. Lets do both.
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Movie comic book night. Sounds awesome, honestly.
Got any preferences? I mean, I can't see you as a horror movie buff.
[He's not really interested in scary stuff tonight himself.]
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[ Horror isn't really his go-to. Neither are long, boring biopics and dramas.
Honestly, slap a Disney cartoon and the Doctor is well and fully entertained, but he's something of a child that way. ]
Is something to do with space a bit on the nose?
[ You know, considering where they are, and who he is, and what he does. ]
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Are you telling me the guy who travels all over time and space likes movies about it?
I can't believe my ears.
[Rubbing his chin, he considers their very scarce options on the station.]
... WALL-E? Do you like cute little cleaning robots like the one on the Ximilia?
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He's got all sorts of hats in his room and, as it turns out, in his CV. If Newt needs to get anything off his chest, the Doctor leaves that door open, but he's here for a good old-fashioned cheer-up too. ]
Ha-hah. A real shocker, eh?
[ He smiles widely. ]
You know, I don't think I've seen that one. But the cleaning bot isn't allowed in here — we have an agreement, you see.
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... An 'agreement', huh...?
What, did the robot get too offended at your living space?