HEY-
What if I told y’all that these two Doctors
Are more similar than these two Doctors
And I’m tired of pretending they’re not.
Nine was in so much pain, as is Fifteen- but both hid it behind blinding smiles. Throwing themselves in situation after situation, gotta keep moving, keep smiling… So much to see- so little time- or so they’d have you believe. Gotta keep moving. Passing thru. Helping out. Use the wrong verbs, kiss strangers… know the value of a good leather jacket.
They’re both just looking to be happy. To feel something other than all engulfing darkness. They both find the light in a brilliant, vibrant 19 year old blonde- though one relationship is romantic the other platonic.
Fourteen could only be more different from Ten by having a different face. He’s so broken and soft and outwardly affectionate and vocal about his feelings-
Ten was angry and cold and vindictive…
Fourteen is tired. Tired of pretending to be strong. Tired of the pain. He just wants to go home.