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The Doctor (fromgallifrey) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,

The Doctor was already fully aware that you, Remy LeBeau, do not give up. He'd experienced it time and time again. Each damned time he tried to put you on the proper path you ran right off it and into the brier patch. Each time he'd tried to get you to look up, you looked down. And when you did these things? You did them because you thought you were right and you wouldn't give that bit up. Yes, Remy, he knew.

"This isn't the time to be stubborn, Gambit," The Doctor said between mouthfuls of food. He shoved his spoon into his pouch and ignored it, turning a sideways glance right to the Cajun. "I don't think they're playing anymore."

He paused a beat. "You need to find a houseguest, then." He nodded. Fine if the barn was Remy's home, no problem. He did, however need to find someone else to stay there. Anyone else. The Doctor didn't fancy anyone but himself sleeping alone, thank you.

"A what?" The Doctor's brow quirked. "A child?" Then that same brow knitted. That just wasn't right. That just wasn't right at all.