[ The Doctor's voice signals his arrival and Cassian turns to look at him. His gaze goes briefly towards the hand on his shoulder. It would have been easy for him to gently move away from it, but he doesn't. Instead he allows it to remain there, a sense of familiarity from a life they hadn't really lived coming over him. Quietly, it's his own way of saying that it's good to see him too after the mindful distance that he'd put between them.
The same awe that he'd had on his face from before manages to creep into his voice even though everything he knows about space craft dictates that this shouldn't be possible. ]
It's bigger on the inside.
[ After a moment his gaze goes back to the Doctor. ]
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The same awe that he'd had on his face from before manages to creep into his voice even though everything he knows about space craft dictates that this shouldn't be possible. ]
It's bigger on the inside.
[ After a moment his gaze goes back to the Doctor. ]
How is that possible?