She kissed him, softly and quietly, wrapping her arms around his shoulders, digging her fingertips into his hair, just like she always did before the mess. It was the same. Things had changed, but at the same time, nothing had. Despite everything, she still loved him more than anyone else in the universe. Any universe.
"Ah- right- yes- sorry, I was just- I'll come back later, then." The Doctor popped in the doorway, caught sight of them, and backpedaled, flicking his eyes from them, to the ceiling. Shrugging. Coughing. Scratching the back of his neck, then fleeing. She rolled her eyes. Remarkably tactful, as always.
She pulled him out into the hallway, lead him down the passageway with her fingers still threaded through his.
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Date: 2012-01-21 10:42 am (UTC)"Ah- right- yes- sorry, I was just- I'll come back later, then." The Doctor popped in the doorway, caught sight of them, and backpedaled, flicking his eyes from them, to the ceiling. Shrugging. Coughing. Scratching the back of his neck, then fleeing. She rolled her eyes. Remarkably tactful, as always.
She pulled him out into the hallway, lead him down the passageway with her fingers still threaded through his.