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Sadness was eating him alive.
The Doctor wasn’t sure why he was sad in the first place. He was feeling sad for several reasons: he had lost his companion, who had left by her own choice; he hadn’t eaten anything; and he hadn’t seen his best enemy for a while.
He was lying on his bed, staring at the ceiling as he hugged a pillow. He didn’t feel like doing anything. He wished something to happen, anything, but it was quiet around the Tardis.
He felt so empty, like all his emotions had just gone on a vacation or something without leaving a note of when they would be back.
“Knock knock.”
The Doctor groaned and hid his face under the pillow he had been hugging.
“Come on, not even saying ‘hi’ to me? Rude.”
He felt the presence of the Doctor coming in and sitting down next to him.
“Hi,” the Doctor muttered from under the pillow before it was removed.
The Time Lord looked at his oldest friend, who was now sitting with his legs crossed and staring at him.
“Honestly, what in the name of Rassilon is going on here, Doctor? I got your message,” the Master asked as he threw the pillow away.
The Doctor inhaled as he let his fingers go through his hair slowly.
"I sent you a message?" The Time Lord asked, perplexed.
The Master rolled his eyes and crossed his arms in front of his chest.
"You did," he said calmly before relaxing. "Sorry it took me a while to come. I was in the middle of something… destructive."
"Mm," the Doctor muttered and turned his eyes to the ceiling again. He heard a small sigh before the Master lied down next to him.
"Well, what's up with you?" The evil Time Lord asked and the Doctor hummed.
"I don't know. I'm just feeling very down right now," he finally said, turning to look at the Master, who was frowning.
"That's it? Well, I don't have time to come here whenever you feel depressed. I have evil schemes to keep up and planets to destroy and rule," the dark-haired man growled and got up to the door.
"Please," the Doctor whimpered, making his best enemy stop in his tracks.
"Use my name and may consider coming back," the dark-haired Time Lord said quietly.
"Please… Master," the Doctor whispered sadly. "I don't want to be alone."
He could hear the Master sighing before the door was slammed.
"Okay, okay," the Master muttered and grabbed the pillow he had thrown away before climbing on the bed to be with Doctor.
"Happy now?" he asked as he took hold of the blanket and put it on them both.
The Doctor smiled, wrapped his arms around his evil equal, and snuggled up with his eyes closed.
The tense look on the Master's face gradually relaxed, and he placed his other hand on his old friend while also closing his eyes.