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“So... how was it? Everything go ok?” you asked, as he came back to the Tardis. Please say no.
“Of course it did. Couldn't have been better," he replied. It would've been so much better with you.
“Ah," you said. An awkward pause passed before you spoke up again. "Planning to see her again then?” Planning on bringing her into the Tardis too? Planning on leaving me on some abandoned planet just to be with her?
“Maybe. I'm not too sure yet.” No. She's not you.
“I thought you said it went well?” Please say you aren't. I can't bare to see you with someone else.
“It did. There's nothing wrong with a ‘maybe’, is there?” There's everything wrong with a ‘maybe’. ‘Maybe’ implies a chance. I don't want any chances with her. I just want a chance with you.
“Suppose not.” He’s gonna fall in love with her.
“...” She doesn't love me. That's why she’s always trying to set me up. It’s her way of telling me
to back off.
“...” He doesn't love me. That's why he’s going on all those dates when he could've easily
refused.
The Doctor cleared his throat and ran to fiddle with the Tardis controls.
“Right then, off we go!”
“... Right.”
And both their hearts broke.