#and the tinkering
- tentoo x rose
- ~1.2k
New tools, he thinks. Some of these aren’t quite right. Calibrated wrong, or don’t fit my hands right. Just a hair off. I can do better.
His mind is off, running in ten different directions. His body may be slightly human now–he can actually feel himself aging, a horrifying experience he tries to ignore as much as possible–but his mind is all Time Lord. He can still do all the complex calculations he needs for whatever new thing he’s currently working on in his head, all while reciting A Christmas Carol and trying to figure out what to give Rose for her next birthday.
It’s late. Two fifty three am. He’s still got a perfect sense of time, too. Only it’s less comforting now. For one thing, he doesn’t like to think about time passing, because now time is finite. For another, he knows he should be asleep, or at least in bed with Rose. Holding her. Listening to her breath, to the beating of her heart.
Her single heart, now so like his own.
