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The Doctor had been feeling his age recently. Not physically, but sometimes, well... He wondered, sometimes, if Time Lords lived too long. The weight of his Years, the weight of everything - it had all been pressing down on him, leaving him feeling melancholic.

Normally, this wasn't a problem: he'd hide away, doing maintenance until his Old Girl made it clear that it was no longer needed and then finding another way to keep busy. However, John was with him now: he had taken the boy under his wing and, while he got the sense that the boy shared far more in common with him than was apparent (his Time Senses got a little weird around the lad, but The Doctor chose not to pry). That also meant that he would have to be more careful about when he let his melancholy surface.

He had believed the red-haired boy to be asleep when he had disappeared into a work room to tinker on a project, so it was much to his surprise that one, the boy managed to sneak in without his noticing (he suspected the ship might have helped a little with that) and registered that someone was setting something down.

everything nothing matters but this. not you. not them. this moment, this love that you've built, that is what matters. it is all that there is. you will do anything to keep it this way; no matter what line you have to cross, who you have to step over. the ends justify the means, after all; and for you, this is everything. they are everything.

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a friend you've long since made your peace with your rage. you welcome it as you would welcome an old friend; after all, it's been with you just as long. it's familiar, and there is safety in familiarity. beware, my love -- familiarity can just as easily become mundane and monotonous.

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