The Doctor looked at the tray with the tea and biscuits, and wondered when it was, last, that he'd actually enjoyed any food. The Valeyard did, of course, but moments like that were usually ignored by the Doctor in favor of other things. More important things he had to learn about.

Now, everything to the Valeyard was blocked. He lived his own life, in tiny segments of time.

He nodded to the space on the bed next to himself.

"Come on, then," he said.