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The Doctor (fromgallifrey) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,

You don't have to pretend. The Doctor thought. For a creature who claimed he liked being alone so much, he seemed to be awfully prone to seeking out people. To meeting people. To just being with people. The Doctor had noticed, Remy. They all knew you, Everyone. Even people who he didn't really know knew you. So much for that bit, eh? It was different for the Time Lord. He was supposed to be alone. It was part of who he was. The last the final the only etc. etc. Don't make him remind you.

The Doctor looked away. He may not have had to say it, but he'd wanted to. He didn't like letting his friends down. For him, that was almost worse than being let down by a friend. The Cajun dipped his fork into the Doctor's food and the Time Lord hardly took notice. It was like when the Cajun invaded his space, or talked like he was inside his head, or shadowed his movements; it'd become almost expected. He'd probably be a bit more off put if that sort of thing hadn't happened.

The Doctor had set his food aside, having had enough of it. There was enough sodium in those packets to have his system working overtime for the next week to work it all out. He turned his attention back to the Cajun. If he didn't have to say everything, if the Cajun knew him that well he'd know precisely what that look was saying.

Don't make me ask again.