[Oh, she would say that. In his early days, the Doctor would have made the retort that he’s holding onto part of her egomania. But he’s learned better, less he wants to find a good whack behind the head.

…Still, she’s right, but he won’t admit it out loud out of his own stupid ego.

As she pulls back, he keeps his eyes on hers; Puddles of reckless emotion, innocence and sincerity. He hadn’t realized how young she looks. Back when he referred to Clara as the Impossible Girl. It was only yesterday that he was a silly, dashing-young traveller who ran for centuries.

All a clever ruse to show the universe he had something to prove.]

I would say less worried and more intrigued by how I created a nesting ground for birds. Besides—

[Letting go of their embrace, he turns and combs a hand through silvery-grey curly locks.]

I’m rather partial to the unkempt grooming routine. Haircuts are for snails.