"Let me guess," he said, closing the door behind her. "Too much shirt, mm?"
Leto followed her into the apartment, then leaned against the back of the couch, arms folded over his chest. Some of the amusement stayed, but his expression faded into something more pensive, then. He wished very much to know everything about her. She, one of the only ones who had ever escaped his prescience... The mystery of Oswin.
"I met someone else who reminded me of you," he said. "He was also..." Leto drifted off, avoiding the long and tedious explanation of just exactly what Oswin and the Doctor had in common. "He was a time traveler," he chose to say instead. "He looked the way you do, all loops and obfuscation."
Leto let out a sigh, and rubbed his forehead.
"I'm sorry for upsetting you." That. That was what he really wanted to say.