[She closes her eyes and imagines what something calm and normal like a waffle breakfast with her boys would be like. She quickly decides it's something she'll let herself look forward to.]
I'll be sure to track down some syrup for the occasion.
[She plays right along with his plan, sounding genuinely optimistic for the first time since she reached out to him. Because he's right, they always do figure things out. And even if they're separated now, they won't be forever. This is just temporary, and it's up to her to help figure out a way to help all the infected.
This is going to be just fine.]
But Doctor, you really should be resting. I'll -
[She hesitates, but forces herself to keep talking.]
Ah, syrup. Love syrup. Waffles drowning in syrup, that's the plan.
[ He sounds quite delighted about it, excited to keep this conversation going for as long as it takes to convince both of them that things will be all right. Whether it's true or not remains to be seen but the Doctor's always been a very good liar when he puts his mind to it. Now is one of those times when he hopes his lie becomes some kind of self-fulfilling prophecy filled with waffles and syrup, and fruit if they can find any. ]
I've had plenty of rest — [ He starts to protest, thinking he would rather ask her to keep him company (as it were) for as long as it's possible, for as long as she wants to, but he isn't going to admit to his clinginess. He'd done that once before, found it too difficult to let go of someone (someones, rather) and it resulted in the regret that brought him to the Ximilia in the first place. ] — but perhaps you're right. There's still lots to do over on your side, I'm sure. And — there's lots to do here too.
[ There isn't, but. ]
Soon. Yes. Good night, Clara.
[ It isn't exactly night but that also isn't the point. It isn't a 'see you soon' and it certainly isn't a 'goodbye' but it's something in between.
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I'll be sure to track down some syrup for the occasion.
[She plays right along with his plan, sounding genuinely optimistic for the first time since she reached out to him. Because he's right, they always do figure things out. And even if they're separated now, they won't be forever. This is just temporary, and it's up to her to help figure out a way to help all the infected.
This is going to be just fine.]
But Doctor, you really should be resting. I'll -
[She hesitates, but forces herself to keep talking.]
I'll talk to you again soon. I promise.
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[ He sounds quite delighted about it, excited to keep this conversation going for as long as it takes to convince both of them that things will be all right. Whether it's true or not remains to be seen but the Doctor's always been a very good liar when he puts his mind to it. Now is one of those times when he hopes his lie becomes some kind of self-fulfilling prophecy filled with waffles and syrup, and fruit if they can find any. ]
I've had plenty of rest — [ He starts to protest, thinking he would rather ask her to keep him company (as it were) for as long as it's possible, for as long as she wants to, but he isn't going to admit to his clinginess. He'd done that once before, found it too difficult to let go of someone (someones, rather) and it resulted in the regret that brought him to the Ximilia in the first place. ] — but perhaps you're right. There's still lots to do over on your side, I'm sure. And — there's lots to do here too.
[ There isn't, but. ]
Soon. Yes. Good night, Clara.
[ It isn't exactly night but that also isn't the point. It isn't a 'see you soon' and it certainly isn't a 'goodbye' but it's something in between.
He exhales a breath.
Endings. He hates endings. ]