He opened his mouth to say something, but the Doctor's words made him snap it shut. His jaw clenched, a tremor going throughout his entire body; tensed like a spring wound far too tight.
He moved before he even thought about it. It wasn't anger, no, that was far too gentle a word. This was rage, hatred, desire, and so many other things he hadn't put a name to in centuries.
It wasn't his usual manic style, or something brought on by a foul mood. He cared. He cared for the Doctor, he wanted him in the universe, and he hated him completely for it.
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Date: 2011-12-21 03:04 am (UTC)He moved before he even thought about it. It wasn't anger, no, that was far too gentle a word. This was rage, hatred, desire, and so many other things he hadn't put a name to in centuries.
It wasn't his usual manic style, or something brought on by a foul mood. He cared. He cared for the Doctor, he wanted him in the universe, and he hated him completely for it.
He punched him. Hard.