It was a bloody great wonder -- flying the Tardis. For the first and millionth time all at once. At there being two pilots -- both the same and a different man. The Doctor had to watch himself -- had to stop from grabbing the same levers that the other Doctor was reaching for too.
It was good they were both so self assured, or else this might have just been a crisis of self. Something like that.
He didn't want to think about how Gallifrey may or may no have been, and so instead he paid attention to everything else. The urge to lick the insides of the Tardis was great, but he resisted. Tara might disapprove.
"Did you just dream her up, then?" He smiled at them both. Bright, curious. Doctor-y.