[Not long at all, actually. And his hand is most assuredly wrapped in hers, clung to for the moment it be. But she's gone quiet since his first reply, and should he look, he might just find a terribly heartbroken sort of look on her face. One she's refusing to openly share with how she's angled her face towards the couch cushions.
Too drunk. No 'us'. There hadn't been? Not even a little? Was everything she felt just really ... one-sided, for him? Dream of your Doctor, he says. When did she not dream of them? Of all his faces- especially since coming to Asgard. And it had never been a case of Theta not drifting into the mix. Much as he was his own person, he was still a part of the Doctor. A new part. A new part who was his own person. ... It made sense to her drunken mind.]
D'you leave? [A beat. No, wait, not now.] Back home.
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Date: 2013-05-15 04:39 am (UTC)Too drunk. No 'us'. There hadn't been? Not even a little? Was everything she felt just really ... one-sided, for him? Dream of your Doctor, he says. When did she not dream of them? Of all his faces- especially since coming to Asgard. And it had never been a case of Theta not drifting into the mix. Much as he was his own person, he was still a part of the Doctor. A new part. A new part who was his own person. ... It made sense to her drunken mind.]
D'you leave? [A beat. No, wait, not now.] Back home.