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From Gallifrey to Trenzalore
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"Charles Dickens."
He muses, giving her a small bounce on his hip as he enters the library and goes to settle her down on her beanbag.
"Let's find something from Gallifrey, shall we? They had some good stories. Back in the day."
The Doctor chuckles fondly, fingertips massaging the back of her head.
"She's a good girl, eh."
There's another chuckle as he settles back against the bed, drooping the hand that was on her head to her shoulder.
"She been running you into exhaustion has she?"
As long as she's happy, he is. If she doesn't want him to let go, he won't. Simple as. Besides, he's missed her. He always misses her.
"The library, hmm! Very well. What books have you been reading recently?"
Just a tactile question to try and figure out timelines.
His goofy trin breaks into a small smile. He never knows how to best answer that question.
"For as long as the universe will let me."
Then, in an attempt to distract her, he's walking her down into the TARDIS corridors.
"What do you want to do today, Eves?"
Oh, no. He's not going anywhere.
"Oh, I missed you, sweethearts."
Then there's a few more kisses planted on her temple for good measure.
"How are you doing, eh?"
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