Something about their body language seems very tentative and touching, but also open.
Fifteen: âOh hello, whatâs this?â
Missy: âMmm, just playing. Please go away.â
Fifteen: âIâm sorry, but I couldnât help but notice that â itâs an old Patrex drinking song.â
Fifteen: âYes, Iâm quite sure it is. But thereâs something different about it.â
Missy: â[Even worse Gallifreyan swear] Earth instruments have no subtlety.â
Fifteen: âNo, I meanâŠyou put it in a minor key.â
Missy: [trying to đ Fifteen away]
Fifteen: âFeeling a touch homesick, maybe?â
Fifteen: âSorry. It did sound rather mournful, though.â
Missy: âAnd what would you care? What can you do about it?â
Fifteen: âWell, I AM the Doctor, but Iâm sad to say that I have no nostalgia antidotes in my little black bag, soâŠnothing medically speaking. I could listen, though, if you like.â
Missy: đĄ âHmmm, well, that would explain it.â
Fifteen: âExplain what?â
Missy: âYou and your confounded need toâŠHELPâŠpeople all the time!â đż
Fifteen: âI just recognized the song is all.â
Missy: âA likely story.â
Fifteen: âWell, if you ever want to talk ââ
Missy: âIâve already got a Doctor â thank you very much.â
Fifteen: âOkay then, cheerio. Sorry to bother.â
Missy: âDaisiesâŠâ đą
Fifteen turning around: âBeg pardon?â
Missy: âSo silly, butâŠI miss the daisies â you know?â
Fifteen pausing, thinking, smiling: âYeah. I know. They were so bright, so shining, so sunny. I love Earth ââ
[Missy makes scoffing noise under her breath, but itâs not particularly disgusted.]
Fifteen: âBut Earthâs just canât compare.â
[Shared smiles of nostalgia are now fond, rather than sad.]