He felt the memory move through him, the warmth of the Master's body next to his, the complete safety of being with someone who understood him so perfectly. He curled himself up in the memory, he wrapped himself up in it like a blanket. A safe, solid blanket. A blanket of the way things were before they went all wrong. Before hatred and anger and---

As the Master pulled away, the Doctor was aware of how the Master felt so close to him, he was aware of the warmth of the Master's breath against his face. And in that moment, he wanted---he wanted---

Wrapped up in the warmth of the memory and the safety of the Master's closeness--a safety he might never admit to--he found himself falling into a deep, dream-filled sleep.