He grins at her; she's fine now and maybe he can pretend that none of whatever's been happening has been happening. Maybe he can reassert equilibrium.
"Oh, me? Don't worry about me. I'm fine." He stands up with a hop, jamming his hands into his pockets and freewheeling over to make a show of checking the instruments, spinning from one to the another as he talks, bespectacled and wild-haired. "Had some chaps interrupt my repairs. They really wanted to meet me, burning desire, wouldn't take no for an answer. So it was hi-ho-the-dairy-o, upsy-daisy, me and the TARDIS, time-napped, off to this planet, beautiful planet, really, we should go, I should take you—no, I—he should take you, that'd be better, for the best, it..."
He trails off, finding no right way to end the sentence he's lost control of. Rubbing the bridge of his nose under his glasses, he looks over at Astrid.
"It wasn't my choice. I didn't mean to go. I'm sorry."
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Date: 2008-11-18 03:52 am (UTC)"Oh, me? Don't worry about me. I'm fine." He stands up with a hop, jamming his hands into his pockets and freewheeling over to make a show of checking the instruments, spinning from one to the another as he talks, bespectacled and wild-haired. "Had some chaps interrupt my repairs. They really wanted to meet me, burning desire, wouldn't take no for an answer. So it was hi-ho-the-dairy-o, upsy-daisy, me and the TARDIS, time-napped, off to this planet, beautiful planet, really, we should go, I should take you—no, I—he should take you, that'd be better, for the best, it..."
He trails off, finding no right way to end the sentence he's lost control of. Rubbing the bridge of his nose under his glasses, he looks over at Astrid.
"It wasn't my choice. I didn't mean to go. I'm sorry."