Again, what good would arguing do? He opened the door to the TARDIS and laid the papers he'd been going over by the console. The TARDIS was darker, now. Colder. It had been him and his work for a long time, now. Slowly edging back into the simple ship of a wandering bachelor.
It was something he really should've managed to get used to, by now.
And how many times had he fixed two cups of tea by accident? What damage would one more do?
"Tea?" he asked, limping towards the kitchen. His leg didn't ache nearly so much as it did in his youth, but the injury had never healed. The doctors on New New Earth suggested regeneration. He often thought of that as a worthy cure.
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It was something he really should've managed to get used to, by now.
And how many times had he fixed two cups of tea by accident? What damage would one more do?
"Tea?" he asked, limping towards the kitchen. His leg didn't ache nearly so much as it did in his youth, but the injury had never healed. The doctors on New New Earth suggested regeneration. He often thought of that as a worthy cure.