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The Tenth Doctor (dominustemporis) wrote in wariscoming,

"What?" The Doctor blinked, not immediately following the turn in conversation. "Problem? What problem? You don't mean ... " He paused and thought for a moment, until finally, it dawned on him what Rose was getting at. "Oh. Oh. That problem. The-run-away-because-it's-wrong problem. Granted, not my finest moment, but he really was the ideal person to clean up the mess. He's spreading it around now? Really? Why? Should I be worried? Should we be worried?"

He made to sit up and get out of bed. Shoes. He'd need shoes. If there were a problem, he'd have to leave the infirmary to solve it, and he'd look daft walking through Lawrence in bare feet. He could manage without the rest. Who really needed proper clothing to save the world? He was dressed. That was good enough, wasn't it? He'd saved the world in his jimjams, once. Rose had been there to help him for that, so it really shouldn't be too much to deal with another Jack with her support.