One would say that, wouldn't they? Two might, in fact, and when you have two saying it, you know what that means? It's a consensus. [ He thinks he's funny, lips quirking up in a smile that's most especially playful.

The Doctor is never completely unaware of how he generally comes across, and that means he's extra aware that some simply can't abide his — by their definition — strange ways. That's alright, not everyone is for everyone. But it appears today, at least for this moment, they are for each other. In a manner of speaking. Life shifts and twists and turns and tomorrow that could change, but he lives for the now, and that now happens to be very good, with a new and important friend. ]

A love story for the ages, you and her. [ A little nod to the lute. ] Well, one of many. That's the grand thing about love. And ages. [ A brief smirk again, if only because he's quite at ease with the other man. ]

Not that you need to be told by anyone, least of all me, but you appear to be exactly where you belong. The journey before you arrived at being who you are now, the steps you took to make it there at all, it can elude many until they're long in their years. It's just that first spark sometimes, and then you know.

[ He's fidgeting in place a bit now and waves a hand out into the air. ]

And this place — have you been here long? This world on the whole, I mean.