[Hey, no, she's still taking that proffered elbow of his. She'd just been stating a fact, that's all.]
Y'both sort've grew on each other I think. T'be fair, you didn't make much of a great first impression. Thought you'd had me gone for twelve hours, when I'd ended up missin' for twelve months. They thought Mickey'd killed me!
[An odd topic to be laughing about, but hey. She's drunk. And in hindsight, it was pretty funny.]
[He grins down at her as she takes his arm anyway.]
Oh, I see! Well, yes, I can understand your mother being a bit upset about that. I really need to learn how to drive better, one of these incarnations...
[There's a curious tilt to his head as something caught his attention.]
[She seems half as focused on where they're walking- or where her feet are going, and looking back up to inspect this reverse-new Doctor. He's quite different than the others. Very different. But not in a bad way.]
Hm? [She clears her throat a bit, more out of necessity than avoiding the question.] Can't sleep well, past few days. Dean-o back there suggested I try drinkin'. 'Lot of medicines don't work much on me anymore thanks t'Torchwood. An' I haven't drank in ages, so I figured it'd knock me out pretty quick. Truth'll out when I get t'bed.
[Not that it really answers his question. Well, it kind of does.]
Yes, I suppose that wouldn't be very conducive to fixing one's body clock to help them sleep at better hours. Well, for a human...which I suppose we both are, now.
[He could have been much worse off here in Asgard than he is. He's been without the senses that deal with Time before, but then he had still been a Time Lord. The senses that had been burned away left a terrifying hole in him. With a human body, there was no hole. He's not supposed to have those senses in this form.
Eight moves to a table near the window and holds out a chair for her.]
Chamomile is always good for getting yourself to sleep, I've heard. Well, there are many other kinds, but I doubt they have Draconian teas here. They make fine teas.
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[Hey, no, she's still taking that proffered elbow of his. She'd just been stating a fact, that's all.]
Y'both sort've grew on each other I think. T'be fair, you didn't make much of a great first impression. Thought you'd had me gone for twelve hours, when I'd ended up missin' for twelve months. They thought Mickey'd killed me!
[An odd topic to be laughing about, but hey. She's drunk. And in hindsight, it was pretty funny.]
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Oh, I see! Well, yes, I can understand your mother being a bit upset about that. I really need to learn how to drive better, one of these incarnations...
[There's a curious tilt to his head as something caught his attention.]
Who's Mickey?
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Mickey? Ex-boyfriend. Or jus' boyfriend at th'time. Called him Rickey, just t'bug him. ...Which was weird, since we met a parallel him called Rickey.
He was gay though. An' I didn't exist there. Maybe he'd've been gay if I hadn't. Dunno.
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I don't know, either, but I somehow doubt that's how it works.
[He goes quiet for a while as they walk, looking down at her with a thoughtful look.]
So...is there a reason you decided to get drunk tonight? Did something happen?
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Hm? [She clears her throat a bit, more out of necessity than avoiding the question.] Can't sleep well, past few days. Dean-o back there suggested I try drinkin'. 'Lot of medicines don't work much on me anymore thanks t'Torchwood. An' I haven't drank in ages, so I figured it'd knock me out pretty quick. Truth'll out when I get t'bed.
[Not that it really answers his question. Well, it kind of does.]
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Well, if sleep is an issue, it's a good thing we're going for tea instead of coffee.
[He takes the turn to head into the Hrafn Tea House, holding open the door for her.]
How long have you been in Asgard, by the way?
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Mm.. Dunno. Few months, I think. Time's funny here. No calendar I recognize. Definitely been ages, though. Feels like months.
[Which... sort of brings melancholy thoughts to mind.]
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[He could have been much worse off here in Asgard than he is. He's been without the senses that deal with Time before, but then he had still been a Time Lord. The senses that had been burned away left a terrifying hole in him. With a human body, there was no hole. He's not supposed to have those senses in this form.
Eight moves to a table near the window and holds out a chair for her.]
Chamomile is always good for getting yourself to sleep, I've heard. Well, there are many other kinds, but I doubt they have Draconian teas here. They make fine teas.