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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[ 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. ]