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Their outfits match, the Doctor thinks, bitterly.
Even’s outfit matches; Missy’s is her own, he corrects, guiltily.
Even’s vest is buttoned protectively beneath their coat, and where contrast should call for white at their throat, instead, a flush of dark red surrounds it. There’s no tie at their collar, only an old watch and chain. Missy touches them, constantly, casually, without reaction, complaint.
The last time the Doctor tried-
He turns his head away when Even speaks to Missy. Gallifreyan. The dialect is one from his childhood, doesn’t belong on their tongue.
He wishes he didn’t recognize them at all.