[ Clara has no idea what it feels like to be happy anymore; she's had moments of feeling happy she helped someone, or that she was successful at doing something, but it never lasts. It's like chasing a unicorn in the wind, and so she understands the stranger. ]
I've felt that way.
[ She confirms it but doesn't go into much detail. Her back is turned washing her hands free of residual stickiness when the woman goes on. She's prepared to let her down easy, because Clara remembers every face that comes through her diner. Clara smiles at small and bossy, because sure, that could've been anyone. But then this strange, pretty woman keeps going and Clara goes still.
Obviously it isn't the Doctor, so she tells herself. But that phrasing, a heart or two, pings around Clara's mind. Is someone playing a trick on her? If so it's cruel, and the first name that comes to mind is Missy. Slowly, Clara turns and looks at the woman, guarded now. ]
Beautiful, huh? You sound biased.
[ There's no more lightness in her voice, studying the stranger intently. ]
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I've felt that way.
[ She confirms it but doesn't go into much detail. Her back is turned washing her hands free of residual stickiness when the woman goes on. She's prepared to let her down easy, because Clara remembers every face that comes through her diner. Clara smiles at small and bossy, because sure, that could've been anyone. But then this strange, pretty woman keeps going and Clara goes still.
Obviously it isn't the Doctor, so she tells herself. But that phrasing, a heart or two, pings around Clara's mind. Is someone playing a trick on her? If so it's cruel, and the first name that comes to mind is Missy. Slowly, Clara turns and looks at the woman, guarded now. ]
Beautiful, huh? You sound biased.
[ There's no more lightness in her voice, studying the stranger intently. ]