I know that feeling. [ His voice is soft, a measure of understanding. But then he's quick to add — ] Well, I know a feeling like that feeling, where a place you didn't come from can make you feel as though you belong far more than any other.
But your feeling is yours alone, of course, and not mine, so I won't presume. Only that I...know a bit, a feeling like that.
[ ...going for a record with how many times he can say, feeling! He also catches that phrasing, that there's no going back for her, and it rests in his mind, something he tucks away to remember for later. It makes him worry, of course, only in the sense that he wants her to be where she wants to be and if that's here, he wants to help make it safe for her if he can.
Then she's studying the haunted house and he's fully prepared for any critique, arms crossed loosely over his chest. She likes it, no, loves it, he thinks to himself, for a moment every bit like a child on Christmas morning as he smiles back at her. His outward exuberance comes easily — perhaps too much so at times, if the reactions he elicits are anything to go by. But she's been kind and hasn't thought him too much, at least so far, and for the Doctor, the simple pleasure of her company is actually quite enough to be delighted by. It's why his smile is so swift, yet genuine. ]
Oh, you're very kind to say it. Julie, thank you for the pleasure of your company. And the opportunity to play a bit with paints, always love that!
[ He begins to step away from where he was, gesturing just a bit with his hand idly. ]
I've hardly done a thing, though. If I can be of further use, you'll tell me?
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But your feeling is yours alone, of course, and not mine, so I won't presume. Only that I...know a bit, a feeling like that.
[ ...going for a record with how many times he can say, feeling! He also catches that phrasing, that there's no going back for her, and it rests in his mind, something he tucks away to remember for later. It makes him worry, of course, only in the sense that he wants her to be where she wants to be and if that's here, he wants to help make it safe for her if he can.
Then she's studying the haunted house and he's fully prepared for any critique, arms crossed loosely over his chest. She likes it, no, loves it, he thinks to himself, for a moment every bit like a child on Christmas morning as he smiles back at her. His outward exuberance comes easily — perhaps too much so at times, if the reactions he elicits are anything to go by. But she's been kind and hasn't thought him too much, at least so far, and for the Doctor, the simple pleasure of her company is actually quite enough to be delighted by. It's why his smile is so swift, yet genuine. ]
Oh, you're very kind to say it. Julie, thank you for the pleasure of your company. And the opportunity to play a bit with paints, always love that!
[ He begins to step away from where he was, gesturing just a bit with his hand idly. ]
I've hardly done a thing, though. If I can be of further use, you'll tell me?