The Metacrisis Doctor had left the infirmary for the quarters he shared with Rose, but he was still taking it easy for a few days, catching up on rest he hadn't gotten and becoming adjusted to his part-human body now that his other selves had put it back in properly working order. He was dressed in his jim jams, the same ones he'd worn during the Sycorax invasion, and a robe that thankfully was lacking a satsuma or an apple in the pockets. He slipped out of bed at his other self's knock and answered the door, flashing the ninth Doctor a quick, tired smile.
"Tea. Lovely. Come in. Have a seat." He nodded to a handy table and chairs. "Hope you'll pardon the attire. Still a bit knackered."