[The Doctor watched his older-and-again self as she hesitated there. He hadn't really thought of it as a question that would strike a special chord with her, or not enough to give her pause; he'd really just thought to return the compliment, in all honesty, on a turn of phrase he rather liked. The tone was maybe a smidge more puffed up than he usually liked to adopt, professing to expound on wisdom and so on, but-...
Something in her answer doesn't add up right away, enough so that with his attention on hearing and processing what she's saying, it takes him a second to spiral back to what threw him off.]
I-.. no, no, I was just... going to say it sounds brilliant, that was him, Eyebrows, the Scarecrow?
[It runs together into one sentence (well, sort of a sentence) but it's two thoughts he's having too much difficulty holding in his head together to really separate the clauses properly before the second one bursts out. He gets she's the one who sent the message, but to think they were words his next self had originated...
What message would he leave for his future self? What thoughts or concerns or wishes or imperatives would be the first ones in his next self's head? What the hell would he say to himself that would bring him there--and how could he come back again to say those words their mutually-future self seemed to hold so dear?
How can he even express how much that boggles his mind at this point in his relationship with his next self?]
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Something in her answer doesn't add up right away, enough so that with his attention on hearing and processing what she's saying, it takes him a second to spiral back to what threw him off.]
I-.. no, no, I was just... going to say it sounds brilliant, that was him, Eyebrows, the Scarecrow?
[It runs together into one sentence (well, sort of a sentence) but it's two thoughts he's having too much difficulty holding in his head together to really separate the clauses properly before the second one bursts out. He gets she's the one who sent the message, but to think they were words his next self had originated...
What message would he leave for his future self? What thoughts or concerns or wishes or imperatives would be the first ones in his next self's head? What the hell would he say to himself that would bring him there--and how could he come back again to say those words their mutually-future self seemed to hold so dear?
How can he even express how much that boggles his mind at this point in his relationship with his next self?]
Whot?
[That might do it.]