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The Doctor (fromgallifrey) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,

Remy didn't press. He'd expected him to press and he didn't. Usually when the Doctor indicated he didn't want to talk about something it made the Cajun just want to push more. It was like waving a red flag before the bull and not expecting it to charge. He'd done it anyway, and the bull had stayed in place, The Doctor was mystified.

Before he could say anything, though he saw that smile. That was his smile. That was the sort of smile that the Doctor had no choice but to echo with one in kind. He adored that smile, and that was no small measure. He nodded as the Cajun talked. It was certainly for the best.

Then Gambit asked him to come back, guiding himself onto his toes, anticipating. The Doctor looked down. In the back of his head he was still angry. He still wanted, no needed, his space. Yet, there was his friend, asking him to come back. To ease that loneliness.

"Soon." The Doctor said, looking away. He needed that control. He'd come back Gambit, just on his own terms and in his own time. Promise.