"Good, so I've trained you well then!" Really, Clara and her tea. Something would have to be seriously wrong if she didn't want tea. Probably sign of impending doom and destruction. No good, no one wanted that.
"That sums up the dreams, yes." But if he was preparing to talk, then that meant he wasn't having some sort of health crisis because of the dreams. One less thing to worry about. And if it was just because of the unsettling nature of the dreams, and what they might sometimes show, then she could relax some more. That was a relief.
Of course he then had to comment on the fact she had shown up without changing into proper clothing. It was 2;30 in the morning, what did he expect?
"I could have said I was on a late night grocery run. People in this country do it plenty. Even during the day."
Strange, strange Americans. Though really, would she ever be anywhere else if she felt that Troy needed her? Please. She would drop anything if needed for any of them. That much was a given. So as it seemed she was about to hear about what had upset Troy so much that he had sent her a text at two in the morning, Clara settled into the couch, cup in hand and just listened.
So far, it seemed as though he hadn't gotten up to where she was, but she knew that there was this whole...different Doctors thing that had been mentioned before. But the fact that they were getting more familiar, and less hazy? She didn't know what to make of that. For Clara, they had always been right there, bright memories that were easily recalled.
What he described did explain why he had mentioned feeling lonely upon waking sometimes even if he couldn't place the why. Even if he said that he didn't feel lonely here. Perhaps it was why she was willing to show up right away, those conversations before and the fact that the Doctor in her dreams had that loneliness in his eyes and she never wanted Troy to feel whatever her Doctor felt. To be surrounded by death though... how did anyone handle that? Clara ran from it, tried to avoid thinking about it even if it wasn't healthy. And that had just been Samuel. If there was constant death.
Lips pursed in thought, she sipped her tea and placed it down before she just hugged Troy. She didn't know what to say and Clara tended to be a tactile type person anyway.