“Yes, very good,” he awkwardly patted her shoulder, trying to play it off, “that is exactly the kind of irrational conclusion jumping I’m talking about.”
“When did you plan on telling me this?” Yeah, not falling for it anymore. “Wait…You weren’t in his body when we were…?” Her cheeks went red at just the thought.
“Um,” was his eloquent response to her question as his ears turned a bright red, and he called at the top of his lungs, “RORYYYYY!!!” Because, really, when did he ever not call for Rory when something was beyond his ken with Amy Pond?
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