Mitchell reached out and gently put pressure on the Doctor's shoulder. "Sit, please? Just for a minute? There's no rush."
The Doctor wasn't the only one to have to swallow hard, and he could *hear* it, feel it running riot, pumping fast, two hearts, two fucking hearts, and god, he was gripping the Doctor's shoulder too hard now, wasn't he? He pulled his hand back sharply, as if burned. "Sorry," he murmured, embarrassed.