He snuggled automatically into the blanket, but shook his head at the Master's words. "You haven't," he said softly. "It's me, not you. I... I think I've built up this vision of you in my head, and you're right, it's not fair to you to expect you to be him, because you're not; you have feelings too, not to mention your own me, and - oh, god." He rubbed his eyes again, hard.