practically pointless

And with a groan he just falls back into the chair he's in, book covering his face in an act of frustration. After a few more minutes, though, he peeks over it at her. "Please. Sarah."

"Oh, good. I was starting to think you  were evolving into some higher life  form." Sarcasm had lost none of it's  bite, of course, he was just usually  nicer to her than any one else because...  because he could be. And so he  indulged her in her request, pale  fingers soon combing through her   hair. "You're the prettiest time space  machine a boy could ever wish for.  And I mean it."

"Peter Piper picked a p—-"

"You're rather enchanting when  you're quiet. Like a statue. Just...  perhaps change it up a bit?"

"Would I ever fib?"              It's a rather loaded question, he has to admit, for she could easily turn that back on him. But he's confident that it'll just reassure. He's still if a little unsure of how literally she takes things. And as he straightens up, he's hardly prepared for this new assault either, and his eyebrows shoot upward and lips halfheartedly pucker out of shock. But then a snorting laugh and everything's fine again. "Never any chance of you calming down, is there?"

A smile wider than any. Because this child was magnificent and inventive and reminded him infinitely of Sarah's want to join in with things. Be a bit  more like him. Made his hearts swell with pride, in all honesty. He  took the tin foil sonic, examining it very carefully (because this was the expert handiwork of his co-pilot, see) before waving it in the boy's direction. "Bzzzzt! Well, I like yours. It's more shiny than mine. But if you really, really really really want your own sonic... I suppose I could make you one. How's that sound?"

"Yes, little man. But if it's bugs again, we don't squash them. Mummy got awfully upset about that caterpillar."

She sniffled quietly, blinking away her tears to listen to his reasoning. Head drooping at the information she was given, the back of her hand wiped at her eyes, taking another sharp sniffle                 before her head jerked back up,

       The inevitable return of her smile just made him return one, if only mildly, The Doctor soon crouching down to look level at her. Hands pushed hair from her face gently, always in complete awe yet adoration of the way she was so delightfully bonkers. "I think that you,    would look rather lovely.       Even if you had a big curly beard and mutton chops and a moustache."

           And he stares at her, wondering exactly how much of the unlimited information at her disposal as a time space machine she actually kept upon becoming human. Perhaps not this, of all things. "Yes, well... Um,        Female humans can't grow beards most of the time.                 It'd be very unusual if you did have a beard, in all honesty. But I'm sure if you had one it would look lovely."

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