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[amicustenebris]

"It came and went." True. Simple. And not overly personal.

[familyalien]

"And you don't miss it?"

[amicustenebris]

"Some things are better not to see coming. Beyond that, only as much as it provided some amusement. When you see the future, everything is irony."

[familyalien]

"Don't know about irony but than like I said before thar's wiggle room, usually." The Doctor on the other hand misses his sight, it's a part of himself but keeps it to himself.

"The tea was quite lovely. Is there anything you like about being here?"

[amicustenebris]

"The company, I have to say."

Which, to an onlooker might suggest he's saying, merely, that he likes most of the people here. In fairness, he hadn't met anyone he actively hated -- that in itself was a miracle -- he had even made a friend, secured several close colleagues.

But in truth, his son was here, alive and safe, and that alone did wonders for his nerves.

[familyalien]

The Doctor grins widely; whether its present company or company in general. The Doctor's that Gold has those he enjoys time with.

[amicustenebris]

"And you?" He raises an eyebrow.

Throw the ball back to his side of the court as quickly as possible.

[familyalien]

"Oh yes!" The Doctor remarks enthusiastically, "My daughter's here... And well- everyone else isn't so bad."

[amicustenebris]

"That is...more familiar a sentiment than I was expecting."