Remy LeBeau (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} ace_of_clubs) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} vas_captio_rpg, |
"S'il vous plaît, Docteur." The Cajun asked, quietly. His fingers tightened some on the other man's thighs, gripping gently and holding it. "I ain' gon' tell anyone. An' I promise I ain' gon' ask ques'ions.. jus' gon' le' you talk. Le' you say wha' you wanna, wha' you gotta." He bent his torso then, tilting his head and bringing his face, and those red-on-black eyes into the Doctor's line of sight. "S'il vous plaît." Please, he felt as useless as you did, Doctor. And he'd feel better, more useful, if the Doctor would let him help, let him listen.