The clamp loosened the door and he gave it a tug open, letting in another waft of diseased air. Fouled by what, the Doctor had no idea. Right now, his mind was on the box, on the prophecy it promised him.
Jack's touch was light, but it jarred the Doctor by how real and gentle it was, in that moment. All he'd worked for, struggling to keep himself safe, and then he just leapt from adventure to adventure with Jack, not even thinking about the things he meant to protect himself from.
He blinked wet, frightened tears from his eyes and put on a brave face. "I suppose I'll have to pay for this dinner, then?" he said, his voice as precisely nonchalant as Jack's unconscious touch. "Well, I suppose I owe you at least a good meal. We'll take in a show or something after, make it a proper date. No tuxedos, though, I'm rubbish in tuxedos."
He pulled away from Jack's touch and raced down the corridor, towards the banks of the main computers. They were packed together to help warm the station, but there was something wrong about them. Something organic, peering through the crevices between the monitors.
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Jack's touch was light, but it jarred the Doctor by how real and gentle it was, in that moment. All he'd worked for, struggling to keep himself safe, and then he just leapt from adventure to adventure with Jack, not even thinking about the things he meant to protect himself from.
He blinked wet, frightened tears from his eyes and put on a brave face. "I suppose I'll have to pay for this dinner, then?" he said, his voice as precisely nonchalant as Jack's unconscious touch. "Well, I suppose I owe you at least a good meal. We'll take in a show or something after, make it a proper date. No tuxedos, though, I'm rubbish in tuxedos."
He pulled away from Jack's touch and raced down the corridor, towards the banks of the main computers. They were packed together to help warm the station, but there was something wrong about them. Something organic, peering through the crevices between the monitors.