"Don't," he said in a tone generally reserved for Jack. Alright, almost wholey reserved for Jack. Perhaps once he'd used it on Rose. In any event the entirety of the situation felt both familiar and almost normal; and if the Doctor hadn't figured out by now what to expect from the Cajun, he never would.
The Doctor's lip curled a little as the cjun called him stupid and faulted him for not mentioning that he was in pain. Well, when exactly was he supposed to do that? When they were carrying people to the hospital? Or when he was trying to get into the Carnival to see if anyone had been unfortunately trapped there? Or,perhaps he could have mentioned it on their way down the stairs? No, not going to happen. The Doctor was good at pain management. In fact, he was good at all physical management. It was an acquired skill.
The Doctor followed Gambit to the alcove, and when the Cajun commanded 'rest' the Doctor almost let go a sigh of relief. "Thank you," he said quietly, taking the man's jacket and stuffing it between he and the wall as he leaned back against it, a lumbar support of sorts.
"How's that shoulder of yours doing?" The Doctor winced a little, shifting. He was hoping it was better than his back.