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Remy LeBeau (ace_of_clubs) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,

When he wasn't attacked, the much younger man slowly came a bit closer, moving around to be closer to the Time Lord's head, so he could crouch down, then sit on the wooden floor and reach out a gloved hand. But before touching, he thought better of it and pulled that hand back to remove his glove. Just one. And it was those bare fingers that were pushing through spiky brown hair. "S'okay." He assured him in a softer tone, though his muscles were tense and he was ready to jump up and fight at any moment, but he didn't think he'd have to. That hand trailed down, to the other's shoulder, gripping gently.

"Doct'r?" He wanted some sort of confirmation this was his Doctor, and not the crazy man who'd tried to rape him two hours ago. He suspected, though, that it was his Doctor.. else why would he look so totally broken? Maybe he'd realized what he'd done. Maybe everything had just come crashing down. Or maybe it was all some sort of strange, sick trap. And that was why he remained tensed and tight. "C'mon an' looki' me. S'okay.."