[ The collected, calm expression he had attained falls into something neutral; unreadable. His bottom lip nearly trembles for a moment, before his hand reaches up in a path towards her hair. It turns over, however, before he can steal a touch, and moves toward his shoulder, to pull at the wig he had been wearing. It slips off in a slow motion, tussling his bangs a bit as he allows it to fall into his lap.
There were questions in his mind that he kept closed out and unacknowledged. Questions about the Doctor and about the incident. About his plan, and about her understanding of it. About her forgiveness, about...
He simply stares for a moment more. The room is absolutely silent, and though their knees are practically touching, she feels distant. It's a distance he cannot handle -- one that isn't physical. ]
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There were questions in his mind that he kept closed out and unacknowledged. Questions about the Doctor and about the incident. About his plan, and about her understanding of it. About her forgiveness, about...
He simply stares for a moment more. The room is absolutely silent, and though their knees are practically touching, she feels distant. It's a distance he cannot handle -- one that isn't physical. ]