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[worstretconever]

No? [He slips a hand between them, rubbing the Doctor through his trousers. He'd been so bloody close - if only he hadn't stopped.

He tries to keep his sudden irritation out of his voice when he speaks again, but doesn't succeed entirely. He'd been enjoying himself for once, right until the Doctor had to go and ruin things again.

Story of his life, really.]

Yes, Doctor, we most certainly can.

[verylast]

And then what? [ Pushing the Master's hand away, placing space between them again.

There's just too much to overlook. ] It's a curse.

[worstretconever]

It always is, isn't it?

[He shrugs, taking a step back.]

But someday you won't have a convenient excuse, Doctor. What will you tell yourself then?

[verylast]

[ He looks flustered for a second, like he's not sure what he should be saying. ]

I'm sorry.

[worstretconever]

[Unimpressed face.]

As usual.

[verylast]

I can't help it.

[worstretconever]

Can't help apologising, or can't help being you? I'm fairly certain the latter isn't true, at least. It doesn't matter, though.

[verylast]

[ Rising, his back to the Master as he moves. ]

We can't even be friends, what makes you think we can be anything more?

[worstretconever]

[He laughs dryly.] I wasn't aware you had to like someone to shag them.

[verylast]

[ The Doctor makes a noise as he walks away. If the Master thinks he can do this without an attachment then he's clearly as mad as he pretends to be. ]