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I honestly didn't think of asking any but mine, and I wasn't going to--

[ huff. sniffle. ]

I'm not cross with all of you, though. You had nothing to do with it.

...is he what this is about?

Look, if you can't talk to him, the one with the bowties and the touching obsession will help you.

I'm no good but for my ears, but you've got those too. If you want them.

[ It's hard. She wants to unload on him, a bit - he's another Doctor, and he was her Doctor not too terribly long ago, by Time Lord standards. But she knows that he's very fond of Rose. She's not really sure that she should mention... that. ]

He... [ she sighs ] I'm being... I'm being silly, but it just-- it feels like he betrayed my trust for something that he did during that month or so that I was gone. And I'm so angry with him, but I don't know if I should be, and... [ she sniffles again, her voice going wobbly like she's trying not to cry ] I just don't know what I should do. I'm only 19, I've never... had anything like this before, and I just don't know what to do.

[ ...welp. That was more emotional than she was intending to get, but there we go. That's the biggest problem - she's hurting and young and doesn't have any real frame of reference for how to deal with things like this. ]

Oh, Charley.

[He's very worried by now.]

I can come over. I've made bread, if you want a slice.

[ SHEWILLNOTCRYSHEWILLNOTCRY-- much. She sounds almost relieved when she answers. ]

That sounds lovely.

I'm on my way. Just a stop up to the kitchens, then I'll be up to see you.

Do you need anything else while I'm down there?

Some fruit sounds nice. I don't really care what, whatever they have on hand is fine.

[ softly ]

Thank you.

Any time.

[And then he's knocking a short while later, overstuffed basket in his hand]

It's only me.

The door's open.

[ She's sitting up on the bed with her foot propped up with a couple of pillows.

There's also a bit of bandaging peeking out from under her short-sleeved shirt on one of her arms. Shhhh, she's fine. ]

You're a wonderful person, you know that?

[He takes the invitation to slip in, close the door, and start arranging his treasures on the table. Every kind of fruit imaginable---helps that they have a magic kitchen in Hel.

When all that's done, he offers her his hand. He's content to sit by and work this out with her.]

Some of us more than others lately, it seems.

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[ she takes his hand and doesn't, this time, bother to balance herself with a shadow cane, just looping her arm through the Doctor's and maneuvering herself to the table. Thankfully, it's not exactly a long walk. ]

I think it was more stupidity than not being wonderful, but I'm inclined to agree with you at the moment.

[He nods.]

We're good at stupidity. Rose tells me that every day, seems like.

[He's idly slicing bread and arranging a plate, oblivious to what truly happened. But he understands pain---and his eyes reflect clear empathy.]

But it's left you hurt.

[ Charley winces, just slightly, at the mention of Rose. She tries to cover it by leaning forward to pluck a pear out of the spread of fruit. ]

Rather. And I haven't a clue how to handle it.

Can't promise I'd have one, but...I might.

Depends on what happened.

[ She doesn't say anything for a moment, taking a knife and slicing her pear in silence. But she doesn't take a bite, rather just... poking at the slices apathetically. ]

He... was intimate with someone, while I was gone. And I had to find out about it from her.

[He was expecting something serious, some betrayal of Charley's ideals...but that, from that particular past self of his?

The Doctor drops the slice of bread he'd been holding.]

What?

Oh, Charley.

[He pushes his chair around the table and offers his arm again. They're madly in love with each other, aren't they? Sure, the Doctor knows a bit about flexibility, but that particular Doctor is the last person he expected.]

[ Charley can't help herself when he scootches over next to her - she turns and all but buries her face in his shoulder. She's not crying, but it's a near thing, and she could use the comfort. ]

I was gone, as far as he knew, I know, but how could he think that wouldn't be important to tell me? How could he do it so soon?

[He doesn't hesitate to wrap her up in a hug. Sure, he's lost Rose, but he can't imagine moving on that quickly. At least not without something severe happening---and even then, he'd regret it.]

Someone ought to shout some sense into him.

But this isn't the kind of thing that heals quickly. I wish it did.

I might have shouted a fair bit. Outside. [ she sounds a little sheepish, even as she presses against him miserably ]

[There's an odd sort of proud smile there for a flash, and then he's settling down again.]

Might sink in better with two.

What about the other woman? Were you close to her?

[ AHAHAHAH the other woman oh my. ]

Not... close. I thought maybe we could be, though. Friends, at least.

[ deep breaths. She is not going to tell him it was Rose. ...Not intentionally anyway. ]

She said he was comforting her. They both said they hadn't planned it, but I'm not sure how that's supposed to make it any better.

That's unusually far to go for comfort.

[He sighs. This...could be ugly, but he's still at a loss about who it was.]

Are the two of them in a relationship, you think?

No.

[ Even hurting, even angry and betrayed and confused, she knows that much. She believes in her Doctor that much. ]

He wouldn't... do that. Be with her and me at the same time. I can't believe that of him.

[ She sighs a bit and adds, absently ] Anyway, there was that spell in the mirror Asgard making people confess things, and Rose said it was only the once, so I'm inclined to believe her.

[ ...oh shit. ]

[He freezes when he hears that name. Pieces click into place where he wishes they wouldn't.

He pulls back slightly to stare in pitiful disbelief.]

...Rose?

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