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The Master was sitting reading a book in the hotel lobby, with his feet propped up when Rose silently came up to him and pretty much curled up in his lap, face against his chest.
Both startled by her forward affection, which was more so than was even usual for her, and worried he asked, "What's wrong?"
She shrugged without looking up. "Nothing new. Just the usual."
He accepted that for the moment, wrapped her in his coat a little, and gently stroked her back. She quickly dropped into a doze, so he picked his book back up, with an arm securely around her.
It was a little strange for him, and he imagined a down right surreal sight for most people who might pass by.