InsaneJournal

The Doctor felt like he had run seventeen miles today. He hadn't managed to allow himself time to sit and just be. Not only had he slept late, went on a fantastic walk, and then practiced his aerobic workout in the middle of the museum foyer, well he decided he needed to go for a walk. He had come to this conclusion because the Doctor was very much needed to get his sleep schedule back to normal after staying up entirely too early talking with Gambit. Speaking of Gambit, how was he?

The Doctor was on his way to the Merry Go Round - he wanted to have a seat and think. He couldn't help but ponder that perhaps he was going about the whole thing the wrong way. Perhaps he was too stuck on self protection for his own good. Gambit hadn't reacted too badly, after all. 

Stepping up on to the ride's platform the Doctor choise one of the benches and had a seat. It would have been a bit too ridiculous to take a seat on one of the horses. Though, spying the horse he found himself thinking of Madame Du Pompudour. She had been amazing, hadn't she? Nearly his match. The thought made him sad, unfortunately.

Whistling the tune from the time they had danced the Doctor tapped his foot and looked at the ride's canopied ceiling. He would rather be waltzing with Reinette.