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“What are you doing?!”
“What does it look like I’m doing?! I’m lying down,” the Doctor smirks. “Aren’t you gonna join me?”
Yaz looks around the empty corridor they’re in. Given it’s the middle of the night, she already knows there’s no one else around, but she needs to find an excuse - quickly - because the thought of lying down beside the Doctor, especially in their current surroundings, has her heart rate spiking. “What if we get caught?”
“Isn’t that half the fun?” the Doctor replies, lying flat on her back on the floor. “C’mon, get down here! The view’s amazin’!”
The ceiling above them is made of glass, and gentle patterns of light shine through the water to illuminate the Doctor’s face. Yaz knows the whole point of coming to the aquarium was to look at the fish, but they’re not the most interesting thing currently in her eyeline.
“Fine,” she sighs, but the smile on her face betrays her. She positions herself on the floor beside the Doctor, taking great care not to lie too close. The Doctor, however, has other ideas.
“Why are you all the way over there?!” The Doctor shuffles a little closer so their shoulders are touching. “Much better! Now you’ll be able to see which fish I’m pointing out.” The Doctor turns her head to the side to look at her and when Yaz does the same, she’s suddenly very aware of how close their faces are.
“Right. Yeah. The fish,” she says, trying her best to sound interested in them.
The Doctor laughs. “They’re much more interesting than you think, Yaz. You won’t believe the stories I could tell you.”
“Bet they could tell me a few stories about you too, if they could talk,” Yaz teases.
“Who says they can’t? Maybe you just don’t speak their language.”
Yaz pauses for a moment to try and decipher if the Doctor is being serious or not. She doesn’t find an answer and she doesn’t ask for one either. Sometimes she doesn’t mind not knowing. Sometimes, she actually prefers it. There are many answers she thinks she’s better off not knowing when it comes to the Doctor.
“Well then? You gonna share any of these stories you have?” she asks, giving the Doctor a tiny nudge with her elbow.
“Just tryin’ to decide which one’s best to start with.”
As the Doctor thinks, Yaz looks back up at the fish overhead and watches them swim by silently. It’s rare for them to get a quiet moment like this outside the safety of the TARDIS, and Yaz already starts wondering when they’ll get another like it again. But when she realises this one’s barely even begun, she puts that thought to the side.
“Take your time, I’m not going anywhere.”