“I don’t really know what I was expecting, because you’re obviously not the same as him.” Rose murmured. “You don’t even look like him, not really...I mean you do, but your eyes are different, softer than his...like you hear more...care more.” Rose murmured, sinking into his hug.
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“Apart from a few things, I’m identical to him. My eyes… I may have his memories but this body hasn’t physically experienced them so, not as old.” John shifted a bit from one foot to the other for a moment. “Rose I… it isn’t so much about caring more or… it’s more showing it or being unable to fully repress.” He sighed again, unconsciously tightening his arms around her as she sank into the hug.
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“Do you want to repress what you feel about me?” Rose asked softly, looking up at him, her brown eyes locking with his.
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“No… of course not.”
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“So maybe that’s how you’re different.” Rose murmured
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“It isn’t always about want…” John began only to be cut off by a knock at the door.
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Rose pulled away from him to answer the door
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As she opened the door, the Doctor offered her a small smile from the doorway. “Hi… How are you?” he asked softly.
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“Surprised, you’re here really.” Rose admitted.
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“I said I would. With all this nightmare business going on at the moment, I wanted to make sure you were safe and ok,” he replied. He glanced briefly past her to look at the man with the same body and face as him.
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“I think so, just a few small wounds really.” Rose murmured
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“I’ll be sure to wake you up if you have another one tonight,” he said softly, before shifting from one foot to the other in the doorway. “Can I come in?”
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“Yeah, John’s here too, he lives here too” Rose murmured
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“...he does?” The Doctor asked as he stepped into the room, glancing at the other man again.
“Yep, I live here too,” John said.
“Not...with me...here...in the next room here.”
The Doctor looked back at her as she spoke and nodded. “Ah. Right.” He looked between them for a moment, a little distracted by the other man. Being this close to him now he was now certain he knew what he was.
“Do you two want me to go?” Rose asked, her grumpiness obvious in her tone.
“Of course not,” the two men said at the same time.
Rose blew out a tense sigh and sat heavily on the edge of her bed.
The Doctor moved to her, sitting on the bed next to her, even as John held back, despite the fact he wanted to go to her as well. He knew how rocky his relationship with Rose had been (and still could be) and he didn’t want to upset or stress her out.
“Rose… are you ok?” The Doctor asked her, in the exact soft tone John had asked the question a short while ago, concerned brown eyes looking at her.