[ The Doctor glances up at her. He knows a bit about being hurt on the inside and hiding it. He hides it extremely well, except by those who know him far too well. They're the ones that try to hide their hurt from him.
"Never let him see the damage."
Oh, River.
The Doctor pats his pockets before offering his arm for Jazz to hop up into. They'd need to find more snacks for him! ]
Twenty-five? Blimey, look at you Jazz! You're almost as old as I am. [ There's a soft smile. ] Old men like us always need good company. Don't we? The best.
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[ The Doctor glances up at her. He knows a bit about being hurt on the inside and hiding it. He hides it extremely well, except by those who know him far too well. They're the ones that try to hide their hurt from him.
"Never let him see the damage."
Oh, River.
The Doctor pats his pockets before offering his arm for Jazz to hop up into. They'd need to find more snacks for him! ]
Twenty-five? Blimey, look at you Jazz! You're almost as old as I am. [ There's a soft smile. ] Old men like us always need good company. Don't we? The best.