❝ look, i dunno if i’m the kind of person you need or even want right now. but i’m looking around and i’m the only one who’s here. ❞
it's all about the yearning [ x ] accepting !
" OI ! " , he calls out and whips around, temporarily discarding all thoughts about the imminent danger they find themselves in. " ... well, true ", he admits after a moment, eyes narrowing - he better be careful choosing his next words, don't he ? - " But I really wasn't lookin' for anyone in the first place - I mean, I didn't want anyone to tag along, much less need someone. " So that's the sort of man he was now, one that straight up lied ? The Doctor never wants company - but oh, oh he desperately needs it. Thousands of years of travelling around the universe, centuries of running - by Rassilon, it got lonely.
" Anyhow ! " , he calls out, a little louder, as if he's trying to stop his own whirlwind train of thought from spirallin. He squeezes his eyes shut for a moment - oh, why was maintaining social relationships so god-damn difficult ? - then answers. " Anyhow ", he repeats, looks at her intently, " Fact is I still - well, I asked you to come along, didn't I ? Why on Earth would I have done that had I not wanted you around, Lorelai ?"