[ The sound of Clara's heartbeat quickening becomes apparent again and the Doctor doesn't quite know what to make of it paired with her words. He's always been a bit of a clueless person when it came to matters of the heart. Sometimes it's feigned ignorance. Other times he's genuinely unaware of others feelings even if their biology or actions give them away - but this time around feels different.
Something (a feeling? A thought? He can't quite tell) rings crystal clear like a bell through the white noise in his mind. This something, this whatever it is, feels like it's within reach the longer he looks into Clara's eyes. For a moment it feels like everything would be, could be okay as long as their hands stayed holding onto one another's. There's a genuineness to the words he says next despite the sudden emotion that fills his gaze. ]
I won't keep you waiting forever, Clara.
[ He's referring to the surgery, isn't he? What else could he be referring to? And that's when that feeling, that something, is gone between one heartbeat and the next. The white noise returns and he gently returns her hand to her. ]
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Something (a feeling? A thought? He can't quite tell) rings crystal clear like a bell through the white noise in his mind. This something, this whatever it is, feels like it's within reach the longer he looks into Clara's eyes. For a moment it feels like everything would be, could be okay as long as their hands stayed holding onto one another's. There's a genuineness to the words he says next despite the sudden emotion that fills his gaze. ]
I won't keep you waiting forever, Clara.
[ He's referring to the surgery, isn't he? What else could he be referring to? And that's when that feeling, that something, is gone between one heartbeat and the next. The white noise returns and he gently returns her hand to her. ]
You want the chip out and I have a duty of care.