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[ 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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Yes.

[ A pause. ]

Thank you, again.

Any time, Doctor.

[ He'll just. Hang up there, after a few moment's silence. ]

[she shakes her head a little and lets out a breath that's almost amused. they still haven't talked, not really, but he still took the hand she offered, and that's not a small thing. if and when he comes by, she'll be around]

[ It's not until late in the evening that the Doctor finally knocks on the door of Sophie's flat. Knocking in the first place isn't really something he does often, so that should already be worrying enough. But, hey, he really is feeling pretty shitty. He's allowed to be out of character. ]

[he's the only one she's expecting to knock on the door, though, so it's all right. she's in 'not going out anymore' clothes by the time he arrives]

Come in, Doctor.

[and he makes it most of the way in before she has to stoop to deftly catch a cat attempting to make a bid for freedom between his legs. the cat is an enormous ball of fluff]

You have to stop that, Innie.

Oh, hello, a cat, love a cat! They've been very helpful in my life. Hello, Innie.

[ And he leans in to smile widely at it as he scratches the top of its head. You wouldn't think he'd been practically shouting his pain over the network earlier today. ]

She's a darling when she's not trying to be an escape artist.

[and apparently she's a big fan of attention, because she lifts her head up and rubs her face on the doctor's fingers after a cursory sniff. as for sophie, she hasn't forgotten earlier, but she's all right with letting it go for the moment]

Come in. You wanted to see the stars?

Sounds like a cat after my hearts.

[ But yes, he'll stop scratching and step a bit further into the hall. ]

Yes, the stars.

I thought you two might get along.

[she shuts the door before putting the cat down and taking his hand before he has a chance to protest. not that they're going far, just to her bedroom. the light is off, and the door is mostly shut, so he can't see the walls or ceiling]

Close your eyes. Not that it's anything actually spectacular, but it's better if you see it from the middle the first time.

[ Well, there won't be any protesting either. He'll even be a good boy and close his eyes as told. ]

Yes, ma'am.

[she guides him into the room, positioning him in the center of the room and then nudging his chin upward before she flicks on the light]

There, look.

[there was a reason for her doing that, and the reason is that she's painted the ceiling and all the walls of her room. the sky is a dark blue, with stars carefully painted in silver. there are thin lines between some of them, sketching out the major constellations. about halfway down the walls, the sky gives way to trees, dark silhouettes stretching up all the way from the baseboard]

[ That is a lot of heart to put into one room, and that more than anything is what makes him smile. It's well made, of course, but, yes, it's not really that spectacular. Not a masterpiece by a master artist, but it has heart. So much heart. And that's amazing. ]

I love new skies.

[ It's getting more and more difficult to find skies that are truly new for him. ]

[that was what she really wanted to show him, anyway. that she missed a familiar sky, so she made it again, as best she could. it's just paint on plaster, and doesn't hold a candle to anything he's seen, but it's something]

I suppose you wouldn't see the stars in constellations so much. Not if you travel amongst them.

[ No, maybe it doesn't, but the Doctor would still say it's one of the greatest things he's seen in his life simply for the thought behind it. So human. ]

I see them from all sorts of angles. That's the true beauty of it.

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