The Master knew that he should go. The Doctor would be asleep soon and he would be left with little time to roam the corridors unsupervised. He should really go already.
Instead he found himself doing yet another odd thing. He shifted on the bed, batting carelessly at the Doctor's legs, and giving a put upon sigh.
"You're taking up the entire bed with those ridiculously long, skinny legs of yours. I barely have any room at all; shift."
Not that he expected him to have the energy to, but the banter made it easier. It made their situation more tolerable at the very least. Without another word, he settled into the space on the bed next to the Doctor, back against the headboard as their shoulders touched lightly.
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Instead he found himself doing yet another odd thing. He shifted on the bed, batting carelessly at the Doctor's legs, and giving a put upon sigh.
"You're taking up the entire bed with those ridiculously long, skinny legs of yours. I barely have any room at all; shift."
Not that he expected him to have the energy to, but the banter made it easier. It made their situation more tolerable at the very least. Without another word, he settled into the space on the bed next to the Doctor, back against the headboard as their shoulders touched lightly.