Good. Give them back. So he should. They were his after all. Not the Doctor's.
So why was it that the act seemed to form an unpleasant lump in the pit of his stomach. So much so that he hesitated to take them at all.
He did take them though, after a moment and a brief pause for internally chiding himself for being so peculiar.
"Thanks," he said a little quieter. "Old friend bought me these. They're Spitfires. Used to fly them, back in an old war." He stopped himself from going on. He didn't need to share personal details with this man.
Glancing up at him again, as he deposited the cuff links into his pocket, he frowned. "Have I met you before?" That niggling familiarity just wouldn't go away.
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Date: 2010-01-04 04:00 am (UTC)Good. Give them back. So he should. They were his after all. Not the Doctor's.
So why was it that the act seemed to form an unpleasant lump in the pit of his stomach. So much so that he hesitated to take them at all.
He did take them though, after a moment and a brief pause for internally chiding himself for being so peculiar.
"Thanks," he said a little quieter. "Old friend bought me these. They're Spitfires. Used to fly them, back in an old war." He stopped himself from going on. He didn't need to share personal details with this man.
Glancing up at him again, as he deposited the cuff links into his pocket, he frowned. "Have I met you before?" That niggling familiarity just wouldn't go away.