Who: The Eighth Doctor and Charley Pollard What: Tea. Catching up. Awkwardness. Where: The Kitchen When: Afternoon Rating: TBD
He wandered around the kitchen, constantly moving, as he waited for Charley to arrive. Even after he'd gotten the tea prepared, he found himself opening cabinets or moving things around on the table. He was fidgeting, that's what he was doing. He forced himself to settle into a chair.
Too many emotions warred within him. He couldn't make sense of it. He was glad to speak to Charley again, certainly. And he wanted to see her. He wanted very much to see her. And that... well, it frightened him somewhat. So much had happened. Things had changed. Time had passed for both of them.