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"Why d'ya not talk about yerself very much, Doctor?" Jamie asked, peering over his shoulder as he fiddled with some sort of gadget for the TARDIS.
The question had come as quite a shock for The Doctor. He knew very well that his personal life was very private, always trying to change the topic or giving exteremly vague answers whenever someone brought up the topic.
That was one thing that always baffled him. Why were people so interested in his life? Was there something about him besides the obvious 'time-travelling alien' gimmick that made him seem particularly interesting to people?
Sure, he had some fascinating stories to tell, but no one wanted to sit there and listen to a silly old man ramble on for hours about him and his granddaughter fighting the cybermen and the daleks and they certainly didn't want to hear about his life back on Gallifrey.
Perhaps people just wanted to use him as white noise in the background? Lord knows he can ramble when he wants to. Maybe people want to use whatever information they can get out of him as blackmail for later?
No, Jamie wouldn't do that to him. Lovely, wonderful Jamie would never hurt him like that.
It looks like he'd just have to accept that for whatever absurd reason, his companion was genuinely interested in him.
"Well, you know I'm an alien that comes from the planet Gallifrey and that I have two hearts and am extremely old. What more is there to know?" He responded absentmindedly, focused on the gadget infront of him. If he could just get him to lose interest in the conversation, maybe this painful interaction would be over quicker.
Jamie frowned, crossing his arms infront of his chest and sighing. "Ye know what I mean. Ye never talk about yerself to anyone. Ye don't have to share a big secret or anythin', I just wanna know more about ye."
The younger man came to sit beside The Doctor, keeping a safe distance whilst also seeming far too close for comfort.
The doctor tore his eyes from his work to face the other, taking a deep breath in as he did so. He was met with a very soft yet eager and curious expression from Jamie, the man obviously desperate to know more about the timelord.
"There's nothing really to tell, I'm afraid. It's all rather ah- boring, I suppose." He responded, eyes trailing to the floor. It didn't feel good to insult himself like that, but at the same time the sting his words brought did fill him with a sort of strange adrenaline.
"I bet that's not true! Yer the most interestin' man I know!" The scotsman gave him a playful pat on the arm.
"I know ye probably have the best stories to tell."
He noticed how Jamie's hand lingered there for a few seconds too long, fingers playing with the fabric of his jacket as the man looked him in the eyes with a strange and new expression.
He could still feel the pressure and warmth of the hand even after Jamie had seemingly come to his senses and removed it.
"So, whatd'ya say?" He coughed, ripping his gaze from The Doctors and trailing around the console room in a desperate attempt to find something to look at. In the end, he settled back onto the timelords face, only his expression was much more guarded this time.
"Well, I suppose I could tell you this one story from my ah- past internation. I did tell you about regeneration, didn't I?" The doctor watched as Jamie nodded silently, moving closer to him until they were practically shoulder to shoulder.
His breathing hitched as Jamie's hand brushed against his, both hearts skipping a beat as he realised just how close the two of them were sitting to eachother.
"Well, this one is about me and my granddaughter Susan-" He began, trying his best to ignore the shocked expression on the others face at the mention of a granddaughter.
For a while, it was as if time itself had completely come to a halt. Nothing seemed to matter for the few hours they spent on that console room floor, The Doctor chatting away about his various adventures involving beasties of all shapes and sizes.
Jamie did nothing but listen, everything else around him seeming completely irrelevant. Nothing the timelord was saying made any sort of sense to him, it usually never did, but he felt at home listening to that voice ramble on and on about all these different planets and time periods.
At some point, Jamie's head had somehow made its way onto The Doctors shoulder. He contemplated moving it, but when an arm came and snaked it's way around his shoulders to pull him tighter against the other man, he couldn't bring himself to do it.