𝙸𝙵   𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃’𝚂   𝙷𝙾𝚆   𝚈𝙾𝚄   𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙻𝙻   𝚂𝙴𝙴   𝙼𝙴   ,   𝙸’𝙳   𝚁𝙰𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁   𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚈   𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴.   The   sentiments   and   further   implications   of   the   statement   had   lingered   at   the   back   of   the   Doctor’s   mind   well   after   the   conversation   had   taken   place   ,   sneaking   its   way   into   the   forefront   now   that   Martha   was   only   mere   meters   away.   His   newly   gained   companion   ,   so   he   was   learning   ,   was   incredibly   direct.   At   times   ,   this   was   a   bit   jarring   ,   but   nevertheless   ,   the   time   lord   found   himself   being   all   the   more   grateful   for   it.   (   𝚂𝙷𝙴   𝚆𝙰𝚂   𝙽𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁   𝙹𝚄𝚂𝚃   𝙰   𝙿𝙰𝚂𝚂𝙴𝙽𝙶𝙴𝚁   𝙰𝙽𝚈𝚆𝙰𝚈.   )   He’d   been   otherwise   oblivious   to   his   tendency   to   string   people   along   on   small   promises   ,   but   now   it   was   a   worry   that   stuck   like   an   ear   worm   of   a   pop   tune   ,   or   an   intrusive   thought   you   can’t   shake.   Paranoia   ,   maybe   ,   was   the   word   for   it. The   two   stood   in   relative   silence   as   he   fiddled   with   his   gadgets   ,   cutting   a   key   for   the   ship’s   newest   resident   with   spectacles   perched   on   the   edge   of   his   nose.   The   noiselessness   alone   was   something   the   Doctor   rarely   could   handle   ,   but   the   question   remaining   sat   on   the   tip   of   his   tongue   was   even   worse.   Features   then   screwed   together   in   confusion   and   were   paired   with   a   deep   inhale   as   the   quiet   was   finally   broken.   “   What   did   you   mean   ?   About   the   way   that   you   think   I   see   you   ?   ”