While the analogy might make sense, it didn't exactly make Clara feel better. Because overloaded computers had a tendency to burn out and stop working. It didn't seem to be like what had happened with John, as Troy could still remember his dreams, talk about them. Something was happening though. Something was wrong, and she couldn't find a way to make it stop. Just because she was the youngest of the family didn't mean that Clara wouldn't try to fix things if she could.
So she pursed her lips together, contrite but at least she relented for the time being. She wasn't going to get any information about Troy's headaches or anything from checking his temperature. He wasn't burning up physically. It just... was. Whatever it was, and there really was nothing she could do to stop it. God, Clara hated being powerless to help or control a situation.
Returning to her spot on the couch, Clara picked up her tea. It kept her hands occupied and the heat through the ceramic had it's own way of soothing her nerves. Besides, there were more pressing things at hand. Like this dream that had shaken Troy so much he had texted her about seeing her at two in the morning.
"It is...Yet having such an expansive lifespan and making connections with those who have shorter ones, it makes sense in a way." Because wanting companionship made perfect sense. People were social beings, but if someone were so desperate that they found making friends an addiction, well, there was a loneliness in that which Clara couldn't even fathom. It would probably drive her mad. She was such a tactile person, wanting to be around people, especially her cousins, that isolation to such a degree...
"I don't know... I mean, people in general are so complex, I imagine Time Lords would be as well, if not more so." Because to be able to see such wonders and experience such thrills... There was so much in the world. To be the Doctor was a promise, so of course he would save entire planets and star systems and species. "He wants to do good. Sure he has his personal reasons, to feel better, to hold a promise or to try and quiet his demons, but in the end, he still tries. I think that's the important part, that he tries and doesn't just...let it consume him."
Sipping her tea, Clara shrugged.
"Besides, the best characters are the ones with flaws who continue to be complex, the different facets of their personality, their instincts and desires and what they do." Shrugging, she leaned back. After all, they both taught literature, so it made sense to try to look at it through the lens of a story even though Clara knew how real the Dreams felt. Sometimes it just helped to step back and look at it through that a lens that was more familiar.