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[worstretconever]

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[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. ]