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Clara felt a presence standing over her. A tall (though wasn't that hard to be taller than her) rather annoyed presence. She slowly opened one eye, and sure enough, there was the doctor standing over her, Scottish accent and all.
"Move."
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me. Move."
Clara sighed and rubbed the bridge of her nose in annoyance, a habit she had. She'd just come home from a long day at work, and all she had wanted to do was sit down on her sofa and watch some stupid reality TV show or read a book or something. Mind you, the doctor wasn't even supposed to be here, but it wasn't surprising that he was; he had a habit of letting himself into her place unannounced no matter how many times she told him to at least ring her about these things.
"Why should I?" She eventually replied.
"You're in my spot."
"What are you talking about, Doctor?"
"On the sofa. You're sitting in my spot on the sofa."
"Your spot?"
"Yes. I always sit on the right-hand side of the sofa."
"Your spot? This is my sofa."
"Says who?"
"This is my apartment. It's my sofa."
"I've always sat on the right-hand side."
"Oh yeah, I bet you have. What are you going to tell me that you were there when they created the sofa so technically you have always sat on the right-hand side?"
"I'm getting the sense that this isn't the time to bring up that I was."
Clara was silent for a minute. She opened both eyes to look at him. She had gained a surprised expression on her face, one that not even the doctor could mistake.
"Honestly, Clara, are you that surprised I was there?"
"No. No, not that."
"What's with that look then? It makes your eyes look all big and round. You really do need to learn to get them under control. It's very distracting."
"Did you just know when you shouldn't say something?"
"Yes. You're annoyed. I figured I shouldn't poke the bear."
"Poke the bear? Are you comparing me- I don't love that. We'll work on that next. But you never know when you shouldn't say something. And how did you know I was annoyed?"
"You were rubbing the bridge of your nose."
"And?"
"You only do that when annoyed. You also just came and sat straight down when you got home. Another tale tell sign that you're annoyed. You also came in muttering."
Clara was slightly taken aback. This was the man who she had to write social que cards for. And he noticed those things? He noticed those things about her?
"How could I not notice things about you when there's so much to notice?"
Since when did he ever know the right thing to say? She looked at him. Properly looked at him in the eyes. He'd just said that like it was the most obvious thing in the world. It made her feel like the most important woman in the universe. Now that was Donna, but she was the impossible girl. And this version of her he'd noticed. Not just noticed but actually seen. He actually sees her for who she is. Every little aspect of her. He doesn't notice things like that. He doesn't notice things about people. What makes her so special? She was just Clara Oswald, a girl from Liverpool, an English teacher at Coal Hill. But she wasn't just anything. She was everything to him. His Clara. His impossible girl.
She silently moved across to the left side of the sofa, and the doctor sat down in his space pleased. Clara closed her eyes and tilted her head back as she let herself sink into the sofa.
"Clara?"
"Yes, doctor?"
"Why are you so annoyed?"
"It was just a long day at work."
"Do you want to talk about it?"
"About my day?"
"Yeah."
"Do you want to hear about it?"
"Do you want to talk about it? I hear it's a good way for humans to decompress."
Clara thought about it for a moment and decided she did want to talk about it. Before she started, however, she wanted to get a bit more comfortable.
"What are you doing?"
She ignored the doctors question and lay against him with her head on his shoulder. She felt the doctor tense slightly, but he didn't protest. He didn't protest he just let her stay there, and he listened to her talk and vent about her day until she eventually drifted off to sleep, still layed against him.