[ He definitely feels like an idiot now--or rather, feels like more of an idiot when he sees that reaction. It's interesting, in some ways, because the Doctor has only really showed him this teasing, almost gruff side, always matter-of-fact, always in control, and yet here, where he moves his hand into his coat pocket a little deeper? That means something. Whatever it is, he's inadvertently touched on a sensitive subject; and awkward as he is, he doesn't know quite how to recover.
He takes in a breath, lips pressed together, and focuses his gaze instead on the little trinkets at the stall closest to them. There are bracelets and rings and scarves, pretty pens and candles, and focusing on something else helps him resist the urge to immediately change the subject. Instead, surprisingly: ]
...I'm sorry. For your loss. [ It's soft, almost quiet. ] But I get it. Your companion, okay. Companions are important.
[ His clumsy way of trying to show his understanding. ] Does she like tea? Or just coffee?
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[ He definitely feels like an idiot now--or rather, feels like more of an idiot when he sees that reaction. It's interesting, in some ways, because the Doctor has only really showed him this teasing, almost gruff side, always matter-of-fact, always in control, and yet here, where he moves his hand into his coat pocket a little deeper? That means something. Whatever it is, he's inadvertently touched on a sensitive subject; and awkward as he is, he doesn't know quite how to recover.
He takes in a breath, lips pressed together, and focuses his gaze instead on the little trinkets at the stall closest to them. There are bracelets and rings and scarves, pretty pens and candles, and focusing on something else helps him resist the urge to immediately change the subject. Instead, surprisingly: ]
...I'm sorry. For your loss. [ It's soft, almost quiet. ] But I get it. Your companion, okay. Companions are important.
[ His clumsy way of trying to show his understanding. ] Does she like tea? Or just coffee?