[There. This. This is exactly where Clara should be. The Doctor winds her arms around the other woman tightly, holding her with a sense of relief that is unmistakable. Those sobs, those tears, they claw at her chest, but at least now she can hold her through them. Her fingers move in soothing patterns across Clara's back, giving her this moment Waiting.]
I found you. You didn't make it easy. But I found you.
[And she does not intend to lose her again now.] You feel real to me.
[Clara is right. It has to be real. The Doctor might break as well, if it turns out to be a dream.]
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I found you. You didn't make it easy. But I found you.
[And she does not intend to lose her again now.] You feel real to me.
[Clara is right. It has to be real. The Doctor might break as well, if it turns out to be a dream.]