❛ —– huh. ❜ it’s more to herself than to him, her eyes scanning his with a tiny bit of concern written upon her features. ❛ if you’re not sick, are you dying ? ❜ her breath hitches as he leaves a kiss against her forehead, eyes lowering for a brief second only to go back up as the weight of his next words truly hit her. ❛ that sounds pretty serious, doc’. everything alright ? ❜ her tone is light, lips quirked and brows slightly creased.
his gaze moves from hers a bit, directed toward the ground as he smiles just barely. his face relaxes before he starts to speak. ❝ no, it’s not really all that serious ... just, clara, i’d like it if you’d stay with me for more than a day. i want to travel with you every day, i want to be able to have you here with me. i know that’s a lot to ask, but here i can give you things that i can’t give you whenever we’re apart. here, in the tardis, i can give you what you want, i can give you us. we can go to the lake district & have our scones, we can go to france & eat souffles, we can go to any planet you want any time you want, as much as you want. just stay with me. ❞