[ Automatically, Clara takes that offered hand and steps close, ale to look right into eyes she feels like she's known all of her life. Maybe she has, going all the way back to the moment the Doctor stole the TARDIS. A part of her, always saving her Doctor.
Offering a somewhat sheepish smile, she squeezes the other woman's hand in her own. ]
When do I not? I've been fretting for over a century while I bop around the universe.
[ Reaching out, her fingers lightly brush away hair from the Doctor's cheek. ]
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Offering a somewhat sheepish smile, she squeezes the other woman's hand in her own. ]
When do I not? I've been fretting for over a century while I bop around the universe.
[ Reaching out, her fingers lightly brush away hair from the Doctor's cheek. ]
What do you mean 'at the end?'