The Lonely God

[thelasttimelord]

His first two fingers of his right hand drummed on his knee a cadence that time hadn't even birthed yet. Might not ever in this universe, or any of its possible futures. Erratic and fast went those fingertips, without any of his attention in it. His other thigh had the abandoned tech PADD laying on it, and his back was against the doors of the TARDIS, as was his head, mess of hair brushing against it as he moved his head back and forth.

"No, no, I'll figure it out. We've been in worse straits than this, hey? This is hardly as bad as the teraplasts, right, and I got us out of that? At least you've stayed in one piece."

Though, it was longer. For which there was an errant frown, but it stayed only long enough to be, before that flipped straight into a raise of quick hands, brandished at the empty cargo bay. "I'll work it out. I wouldn't leave my best girl in the corner."