[He stops mid-step. Before he even goes off on some lecture on the ramifications of these two being here, he bites down on his knuckle. He’s hesitant.
Hesitant because he realizes that the Clara in front of him isn’t the one he’s ventured with for the past several years. A vast rollercoaster of fast-beating hearts, sweat and tears. It’ll be like starting from scratch and, yet—
The Doctor walks up to Clara, his Clara, and embraces her in a hug.]
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[He stops mid-step. Before he even goes off on some lecture on the ramifications of these two being here, he bites down on his knuckle. He’s hesitant.
Hesitant because he realizes that the Clara in front of him isn’t the one he’s ventured with for the past several years. A vast rollercoaster of fast-beating hearts, sweat and tears. It’ll be like starting from scratch and, yet—
The Doctor walks up to Clara, his Clara, and embraces her in a hug.]
Tell me I’m at least letting my hair grow out.
[—He’d do it all over again. Just for her.]