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[Rose is nesting in bed with more blankets and pillows than anyone really needs. There's a pot of tea next to her, a box of biscuits, a basket of half eaten chips and several books stacked up next to her, including those Twilight books that she likes but someone else in residence doesn't care much for. The pieces to some sort of board game are scattered about as well. For her part, Rose just looks tired and pale. She's got one of the blankets pulled up to her chin.]

Anyone else get...y'know yesterday?

[She sounds as exhausted and shell shocked as she looks.]

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[She doesn't scoot too close. She's fairly aware that the last time he held her, she died in his arms, but she does turn on her side, scooching down a bit so she's face to face with him.]

Rabbits would probably chew on all the things you've brought in here. 'm okay with just you bringin' you.

[She hesitates, reaching out to lay her hand against his cheek hesitantly.] 'm okay now. Here and safe.

[ He does more a twitch of the lips in amusement than anything else to that. ] 'M starting to wonder if they aren't just much more... babier bunnies than we think and they're teething or something. Explains all the chewing. [ Which is dumb and not the right answer because he knows the right answer and that isn't it. He just... wants to babble, a little. ] We should try leaving a bunch of stuff purposefully out to chew on. If they go for all the stuff we don't want them to chew on anyway then we'll know they're just being little terrors.

[ That's quite sobering. Not that he's been that far from it, but it's a straightforwardness about it that he's been dancing around instead. He doesn't move or anything but he can't quite meet her eyes. ] Yeah, but you weren't.

Could be babies. Sorta...they're goin' to be huge when they're grown if they are. [Because they're decent sized bunnies now but she recognises the need to fill some silence.] Brilliant plan. Bet five quid they're just terrors.

[It doesn't matter that they don't have quid here. She takes a deep breath at his response. She's not sure how to react. She's not sure if holding her is going to be off limits now because she died or if that matters and she notices the way he doesn't look at her. After some consideration, she inches closer to him, hesitating and then scoots closer still until she can slide an arm around his shoulders, practically shoving herself at him, her free hand going to his neck.] I am now. S'all that matters, Doctor.

Betting against the poor creatures? Done. Now I'll just have to find appropriate items to strew about.

[ Obviously they'll just ante up when they leave the City.

He's watching her movements - not her eyes - but he doesn't make any motion to move further away as she inches closer. The arm she puts around him, for a moment he doesn't know how to handle that - the arm; yesterday it couldn't move, or shouldn't have been able to, at any rate - it's around him how, pulling them closer together. He swallows, looking down between them still. ] I know. You're here, now. I just... The... It's fresh, you know? [ Not that this has stopped him letting a hand cross the pair of them and settle on her lower back, because if nothing else he can get some reassurance of her continued warmth. ]

Ought to be able to come up with a good variety.

[The hand at her lower back reassures her that whatever else is going on, this is okay so she settles a bit against him, head bowed to almost touch his shoulder. She nods a little, sliding her arm so that her hand rests on the back of his neck, fingers twisting in his hair.] I know, but y'know what I remember the most? [She shifts a little, looking up at him from beneath her lashes.] You got there in time.

[ He's meeting her eyes back and forth, because it's nice to see them so alive and in use and not glassy and flickering, but it's also a little difficult to look at them without remembering the comparison to begin with. There's also a bit of a wry smile accompanying his upcoming statement. ]

I wouldn't quite call that 'in time', Rose.

[She shrugs a bit against him.]

I was't alone. ['when I died' goes unsaid. Neither one of them need to hear those words.] S'what's important.

[ Yeah, he fills that in pretty well enough on his own and it takes a couple of attempts to swallow around the lump in his throat all of a sudden because he'd lost her. Legitimately and actually lost her and basically hadn't known what to do at all because of it. In an effort to prevent what had happened last time he was losing or about to lose or indeed had lost someone, he'd mostly swung entirely the other way and shut down.

He could already tell that wouldn't last forever; he was already starting to swing back when she was suddenly here again, alive. ]

Yeah. What's important.

[She figured he would and really didn't need the words to remind him. She snuggles closer, squeesing him a bit tighter. Shutting down isn't an option, but she is pleased he didn't go rage!doctor. She thinks it's some sort of improvement.

Swinging back is good. It's fantastic even. She wouldn't tolerate the shutting down for long.]

Ought to do somethin'. Go out and have cake or explore somethin'. Bit of a celebration, yeah?

[And it'd get them both out of the house so that life could seem a bit more normal.]

[ Well, swinging back from despondency into Time Lord Triumphant, I meant, not back into normality. Rose, he doesn't come back from losing you very well, ever. Possibly less so the more often he loses you. ]

You want to go out? Just... go out?

[ Nothing specific? Because he doesn't mind going out, and she seems to be okay, maybe only slightly pale, maybe that's in his mind, who knows. He enjoys going out, but he doesn't want anything to happen to her. ]

[Oh. Well that's less good then. She's trying to avoid him losing her at all ever again.]

Just want to do somethin' normal.

[She smiles a little at him. She is okay mostly. She'll probably have nightmares for a very long time and curl up to sleep where ever he happens to be at the moment rather than in her bed. She doesn't want to spend too much time alone because she's a bit afraid of getting lost in her own head. She's been aware of her own mortality for a long time but now she's aware that her life could be ended much more quickly than either she or the Doctor are counting on. 80 years could easily become a week.]

Something normal. We can probably swing that. Been a while though, might have to rack my brain a bit to find something normal.

[ This is given all of about three seconds before he pipes back up again. ]

Chips?

[His response gets a smile out of her. She nods a bit.]

Chips'd be brilliant. Maybe walk through the park.

[ He considers that a bit, face impassive. Then he rolls back out of bed and straightens his clothes. ]

Chips and a walk through the park. We'll just walk the whole thing, yeah? We did a lot of that as well. Before here. [ Moves to help her off the bed if she needs it. ]

Yeah, walkin' the whole thing sounds good. Nice day out and all.

[She lets him help her out of bed even though she doesn't necessarily need it. It takes her a moment to find a pair of trainers but once she does, she shoves her feet in them and sort of runs a hand through her hair to kind of smooth it down.] All right, yeah?

Beautiful. C'mon then. [ Hand out and everything. It's totally just because they always hold hands and not at all to do with making sure of warmth and checking pulse rates or oxygenation, or— ]

[She squeezes his hand tightly. She has an idea of what he's doing and she doesn't care. If it reassures him, she'll let him lay with his head on her chest and listen to her heart.]

Might get a milkshake. Figure we can juggle a basket of chips and a shake between us. [Because if they got one of each, they'd have to stop holding hands. That's not going to happen.]

[ So not going to happen. He leads them outside the flat and then outside proper, taking a deep breath in when they do hit the new air - he can't help it, the instincts built up of so many times being out and being held in - he enjoys the transition between the two for some reason. Sometimes. In the right times.

And then walking to the predetermined destination, swinging their hands a bit because it's just harder not to. ]

We can probably handle that. I think we've handled much more complicated problems than that before in the past.

[She likes the swingy hands. It is harder not to swing them and it always seems happy. They can both use as much happy as they can get right now.]

S'xactly. Like...oh...savin' the Universe.

Saving the universe definitely counts, I think. Probably. Sometimes we make it look easy though. Hope that's not giving any potential upstarts any ideas about horning in on our operation here.

[ All the happy. They could use some patented Kaylee Frye bottled joy right about now. Oh well. ]

Next time, we'll work on 'least makin' it look harder. Or we could release a public disclaimer. Events within more difficult than they appear.

[They really could. They'll get some more eventually]

I'll get us from fake blood from my good friend Shakespeare after we get to going again and we'll put on a grand show about how saving the world is totally way harder than it looks. We can have the entire job market - and responsibility therein - allllllllllllllllll to ourselves.

Shakespeare? [She grins and raises an eyebrow.] Why'm not surprised?

[It seems exactly the sort of thing he'd do.]

With great power comes great responsibility. I think we're ready to handle it, Grasshopper.

[Way to mix her pop culture there.]

[ He beams. And winks. ]

Because I'm me!

Did you just... Was that two different movies? I can't tell sometimes - there's whole period of history there where all your movies seem to blend together. Just kept making the same ones over and over again.

S'xactly.

[She laughs and nods.] Spiderman and some sorta...kung fu thing? Maybe Karate Kid, but I can't remember for certain.

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