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The Doctor (fromgallifrey) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,

He was trying to stop you from falling off the edge, Cajun. He was trying to keep you safe. Yet every move you made seemed to try and pry him closer to the edge of fear and doubt and discomfort. Every single step.

Those words right there? They made his breath hitch in his throat. Not the taunt. No, the taunt and it's spite were ignored. It was that first bit. "Don't say that, Gambit." He swallowed hard. You thought you'd seen him run away before? You haven't seen anything in comparison to the way he wanted to run from you now. The way he wanted to bolt down that hallway. He'd save you from him, somehow he'd manage it.

He dared to peek over his shoulder, eyes forced cold. He thought everything of you, Remy LeBeau. When everyone else insisted he not trust you, he did. When they questioned him he kept your secrets. When you teetered too close to that edge he pushed you back. He protected you, Cajun. And you'd never see it, at least not for what it was.

He wouldn't say anything to what you just said, Remy, nothing more. He'd just shake his head and cross his arms. He'd make you feel like a petulant child - because you needed to feel stupid for having even let that word 'love' into your vocabulary when it came to this Time Lord. Nine was right, he was worse than him.