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It’s cold outside the vault.
(Inside, the temperature is regulated, or Missy would throw a fit.)
Even’s curled against it, asleep and shivering. Not the first time. The Doctor told them to stay away. Once, they’d have meant it when they promised to.
Even’s heavier than the first time he picked them up, centuries ago or… However long it was for them. One day, he might be able to ask.
In their sleep, they wince into his shoulder and stay buried there.
He’s surprised by the knock, both teasing rhythm and genuine question.
He wonders who Missy would rather respond.