Tristan Farnon

[It was a few moments before William finally looked up from the—ahem— very important paperwork that most definitely was not a grand master sheet of sudoku. Definitely not. How unprofessional a concept. And his feet were most definitely not on the desk.] "—Ah!" [He sat up straight in his chair and whipped his legs off of the wooden surface, setting the pen down on the desk and checking his watch.]

"What the bloody hell?" escaped before he could think of anything else to say. This man in front of him was practically his duplicate. That was disconcerting enough, but he decided to take it in stride, scratching the back of his head.

“You never need to say it, Tris. I just know.”

You [ ––she tapped the center of his chest–– ] think I’m cute.

"I'm not required to say that!"

With great power…comes great responsibility. [ she giggled. ] I must be a wise leader.

He snorted and exaggeratedly folded his arms over his chest. "Ghastly."

"Mhmmm," he mumbled, accepting the bottle from her but not drinking from it or sharing his speculations as to her own sanity. His day had been fairly normal, all in all. He wasn't especially keen on testing his own wits to the limit.

"I’ll satisfy all of it, if you want," she said with a small grateful smile, pulling the coat around her. "I don’t know if you’re ready for it, but..well." She studied him for a minute, clutching the bottle and wondering if he’d believe any of it. He had seen the TARDIS, so he should, but still…

He nodded calmly, then shook his head, scowled, and ground the heel of his hand into one eye. "You're from the future?" He took the bottle from her and swallowed a gulp himself before handing it back to her.