"Do you look like a muppet to me?" Amy mused the idea over before grinning. "With that hair, my answer is a definite yes, you do. I didn't let you sleep in, I let you sleep," she avoided his gaze. She'd let him sleep in because after what he'd been through, he deserved a full month of it, but he didn't know he'd been through it. "I'll wake you tomorrow, if that makes it any better?" She chuckled, knowing how fond he was of his omelettes, but did she know that or was that new information?
The news was on in the background, the report on political powers shifting finished, so Amy was able to devote her entire attention to John as he suggested plans for the evening. Dinner and a movie, are you asking me out? They were in her head, Amy didn't dare say the words. She wished she hadn't even thought of them, no matter how playfully. This was all temporary. A mini-heaven in a hellish whirlwind of alien drama, perhaps, but still over soon. She couldn't get invested, because any emotion he might be feeling wasn't real, just a part in the play, no matter how real her own emotions were. "Hobbit sounds good, but only if you let me thrash you at MarioKart after."
It was a reflex movement, leaning into him and returning the kiss on the cheek, easy as breathing, and she watched him leave the flat. She could have asked how he slept, but she didn't, scared that the answer would be reminders of what they were running from. Running by staying put. Sighing, she finished her own tea, then headed out of the flat herself.
The TARDIS was waiting for her, hidden in the basement of the block of flats. Without the Doctor, it seemed... Dead. Hibernating, maybe. Deciding to torture herself once more before she bought groceries, she pressed play on the video that was supposed to guide her. No mention of how to deal with whatever might happen next, not with the Master, but with them. To fall in love with someone who doesn't love you back is one thing, but when they fall in love in return, and you can't be with them? It's a whole new realm of torture, and Amy didn't want to put either of them through it. When this was all over, would he even remember their daily exchanges? The friendly kisses, the warm looks? Either way, it was going to hurt. The best thing she could do is ignore that and focus on regrouping until the Master had left.
The fobwatch was heavy on her chest now as she strode purposefully out of the TARDIS doors, locking them shut behind her. She had a day of errands, and a chapter deadline. That would keep her occupied until the Doctor returned, and then a whole other host of worries would plague her mind.
Alternatively, she could end up napping on the couch. Which, once the milk and eggs were in the fridge, was what she did, only woken by the Doctor's return.
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