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[comeonthensexy]

[ There's a good while of silence, aside from the rustle of a paper, like a page being turned. ]

Oh, yes, right! Hello! How do I do one of these voicemails things again?

[ Another bit of silence, and then he clears his throat. ]

You've reached the Doctor - the eleventh, to be exact. Leave a message and I'll get back to you, promise!

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[comeonthensexy]

I know.

[ There's no need to say all that for the Doctor to know what Pyro means, at least some of it. So alive and so painfully human, she was. So human because for so long she hadn't been.

Because right now I'm not, Rory had said once. Maybe that's why he wasn't scared of Oswin in the end. Because somehow he knew she was still... completely human. ]

She was.

[ex_outofcontrol435]

[It's the first time in as long as he can remember that he really, truly wants to break down. Not just crumble, but cry and wail and leave anger behind to face the real pain underneath it. The lure is so strong.]

So - that's it. That's the end. [He never had to make a choice, because it was made for him.] I don't know about you, but I'm gonna get smashed and forget the shit out of everything for awhile. If you -

[He doesn't know what he's about to offer - an ear, a shoulder, a stool beside him at the bar? - because it never comes out. He just turns and starts to open the door.]

[comeonthensexy]

[ His friends and his other selves had taken to the bar after he died. Apparently, that's something he might just end up doing. Maybe because he can't take the TARDIS and run, save a world or solve a problem. He's stuck.

But it never really crossed his mind. So he has no intention to do so. ]

Try not to get into trouble.

[ That's all he gives before he pushes off the doorway and walks away. ]