[ He pats her hands reassuringly for the briefest of moments before she pulls her hands back, the shadow of a smile on his lips. It's not the best of times, but reassuring and offering hope in some way is the Doctor getting back to himself and his more natural, instinctive way of being.
As her hair is pulled up into a ponytail, the Doctor straightens his bowtie, lifting his chin. Yes. Good. Be a Doctor again, he quietly tells himself. With his memories back, he recalls that time not so long ago in his life so very far away from here when he'd hidden away from people and the universe, when the pain of loss had done him in then, too. Maybe he needs to do something about that. Later.
For now, there are others to save. Giving a little nod, in agreement he adds — ]
wrap here or your next one?
[ He pats her hands reassuringly for the briefest of moments before she pulls her hands back, the shadow of a smile on his lips. It's not the best of times, but reassuring and offering hope in some way is the Doctor getting back to himself and his more natural, instinctive way of being.
As her hair is pulled up into a ponytail, the Doctor straightens his bowtie, lifting his chin. Yes. Good. Be a Doctor again, he quietly tells himself. With his memories back, he recalls that time not so long ago in his life so very far away from here when he'd hidden away from people and the universe, when the pain of loss had done him in then, too. Maybe he needs to do something about that. Later.
For now, there are others to save. Giving a little nod, in agreement he adds — ]
And on and on until we're all back to ourselves.