He wasn't quite ready for the abrupt change in tempo. He was still coming down, still throwing the dust covers over the drums, still adjusting to the idea of a Doctor who could and would help him shut them up like that.
"Just hold me," he said, leaning his weight against the Doctor to hold him against the wall, laying his cheek on one bony shoulder, one hand cradling the Doctor's head, the other slipping round into the small of his back. "Talk if you must, but just... hold me? For a minute?"