Bow Ties Are Cool

Adventures, Sonic Screwdrivers, and TARDISes, oh my!- Round Two! (yourserenehighness)

yourserenehighness:

bow-tied:

“Me,” he said simply, voice thick, more said in that one word in all the others he had spoken. He shook his head a little and ran his hands over his face, taking a deep breath before looking back at her again. “I’m sorry- I should, um, tea- do you want tea?”

Christina was frozen because her brain completely whited out for a second. Then she coughed and looked at him and blinked. “S-sure,” she stumbled, and then regained herself. She gave him a tiny smile. “Very British of you. I approve. Back on the TARDIS, then?”

She didn’t know how sentient the TARDIS actually was — or how a machine could be sentient for that matter — but he seemed to love it, her, a lot. Maybe being back inside would help him. She didn’t know what to say yet. But she couldn’t bring herself to judge him. By the sound of it, it had been an impossible, terrible choice and he had done what needed to be done. She admired that, as sad as it was. She could never make such a choice.

“Back to the TARDIS,” he said with a nod, and the Doctor led Christina back into the TARDIS and towards the kitchen. His shoulders instantly relaxed again once he was inside— despite the peaceful atmosphere of the Eye Of Orion, there was nothing quite like home to relax frayed nerves. And his nerves were frayed, as they always were when he had to tell somebody new the hows and whys of the destruction of his planet. Forgiveness was something he yearned for, but judgment was something he tried hard to avoid— because nobody judged him harder than himself.

He set up the kettle quickly, grabbing two mugs from the cupboard. “How do you take yours again?”