She teased, he teased. They danced around each other even more. It was obvious practically from the time she sat brushing her hair and smirking at him that there was something between them. Now, finally, they were admitting it.

"I need you more than Gallifrey does," he might've said the words with a childlike pout, but considering their closeness he decided against it. "And all of Gallifrey won't...you know, argue with you as lovingly as I will."