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[rightbydrums.livejournal.com]

[Clutching his head, laser in hand.]

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[alwayslosethem.livejournal.com]

"Koschei, are you alright?" The Doctor peered anxiously over his cup of tea at his friend.

[rightbydrums.livejournal.com]

He twitched when the Doctor spoke to him, but didn't turn to face him.

"Fine," he ground out. But the quiet mutter told a different story. "Loud..."

[alwayslosethem.livejournal.com]

He set his tea down and kneeled in front of Koschei, taking one of his hands in both of his. "I can help," he said softly. "I can share them."

[rightbydrums.livejournal.com]

At this, he drags his hands away from his head, clenching them into fists against his legs in an attempt not to start tapping or drumming the beat out onto whatever was nearest.

"No. No, no, no, no. They're mine." His to deal with. His to endure. They'd always been his, just his, and he was, more than anything else, stubborn.

He might, probably might, accept help. But it'd take a lot more than that.

[alwayslosethem.livejournal.com]

"Koschei..." he sighed. "You've got to let me help you at some point."

The Doctor's patience has been worn rather thin by his own condition, so he decided to take the initiative. He pressed his hands on either side of his face and gently touched their foreheads together.

[alwayslosethem.livejournal.com]

"Koschei, are you alright?" The Doctor peered anxiously over his cup of tea at his friend.

[rightbydrums.livejournal.com]

He twitched when the Doctor spoke to him, but didn't turn to face him.

"Fine," he ground out. But the quiet mutter told a different story. "Loud..."

[alwayslosethem.livejournal.com]

He set his tea down and kneeled in front of Koschei, taking one of his hands in both of his. "I can help," he said softly. "I can share them."

[rightbydrums.livejournal.com]

At this, he drags his hands away from his head, clenching them into fists against his legs in an attempt not to start tapping or drumming the beat out onto whatever was nearest.

"No. No, no, no, no. They're mine." His to deal with. His to endure. They'd always been his, just his, and he was, more than anything else, stubborn.

He might, probably might, accept help. But it'd take a lot more than that.

[alwayslosethem.livejournal.com]

"Koschei..." he sighed. "You've got to let me help you at some point."

The Doctor's patience has been worn rather thin by his own condition, so he decided to take the initiative. He pressed his hands on either side of his face and gently touched their foreheads together.

[alwayslosethem.livejournal.com]

"Koschei, are you alright?" The Doctor peered anxiously over his cup of tea at his friend.

[rightbydrums.livejournal.com]

He twitched when the Doctor spoke to him, but didn't turn to face him.

"Fine," he ground out. But the quiet mutter told a different story. "Loud..."

[alwayslosethem.livejournal.com]

He set his tea down and kneeled in front of Koschei, taking one of his hands in both of his. "I can help," he said softly. "I can share them."

[rightbydrums.livejournal.com]

At this, he drags his hands away from his head, clenching them into fists against his legs in an attempt not to start tapping or drumming the beat out onto whatever was nearest.

"No. No, no, no, no. They're mine." His to deal with. His to endure. They'd always been his, just his, and he was, more than anything else, stubborn.

He might, probably might, accept help. But it'd take a lot more than that.

[alwayslosethem.livejournal.com]

"Koschei..." he sighed. "You've got to let me help you at some point."

The Doctor's patience has been worn rather thin by his own condition, so he decided to take the initiative. He pressed his hands on either side of his face and gently touched their foreheads together.

[alwayslosethem.livejournal.com]

"Koschei, are you alright?" The Doctor peered anxiously over his cup of tea at his friend.

[rightbydrums.livejournal.com]

He twitched when the Doctor spoke to him, but didn't turn to face him.

"Fine," he ground out. But the quiet mutter told a different story. "Loud..."

[alwayslosethem.livejournal.com]

He set his tea down and kneeled in front of Koschei, taking one of his hands in both of his. "I can help," he said softly. "I can share them."

[rightbydrums.livejournal.com]

At this, he drags his hands away from his head, clenching them into fists against his legs in an attempt not to start tapping or drumming the beat out onto whatever was nearest.

"No. No, no, no, no. They're mine." His to deal with. His to endure. They'd always been his, just his, and he was, more than anything else, stubborn.

He might, probably might, accept help. But it'd take a lot more than that.

[alwayslosethem.livejournal.com]

"Koschei..." he sighed. "You've got to let me help you at some point."

The Doctor's patience has been worn rather thin by his own condition, so he decided to take the initiative. He pressed his hands on either side of his face and gently touched their foreheads together.

[alwayslosethem.livejournal.com]

"Koschei, are you alright?" The Doctor peered anxiously over his cup of tea at his friend.

[rightbydrums.livejournal.com]

He twitched when the Doctor spoke to him, but didn't turn to face him.

"Fine," he ground out. But the quiet mutter told a different story. "Loud..."

[alwayslosethem.livejournal.com]

He set his tea down and kneeled in front of Koschei, taking one of his hands in both of his. "I can help," he said softly. "I can share them."

[rightbydrums.livejournal.com]

At this, he drags his hands away from his head, clenching them into fists against his legs in an attempt not to start tapping or drumming the beat out onto whatever was nearest.

"No. No, no, no, no. They're mine." His to deal with. His to endure. They'd always been his, just his, and he was, more than anything else, stubborn.

He might, probably might, accept help. But it'd take a lot more than that.

[alwayslosethem.livejournal.com]

"Koschei..." he sighed. "You've got to let me help you at some point."

The Doctor's patience has been worn rather thin by his own condition, so he decided to take the initiative. He pressed his hands on either side of his face and gently touched their foreheads together.