On a cold winter's day.... [closed]

[bluesuit_handy]

It's too cold out yet for Andrew to want to sit on a park bench and do his tinkering or people-watching outdoors. On the other hand, too much time spent working on his latest scanner inside the small flat he shares with James has been making him stir-crazy. James is lovely company, of course, and they became more or less used to long periods together in a confined space during their travels between the stars, but today he feels like poking his nose into other people's business -- or at least having a good, long stroll while he looks for some business he can poke into.

Thus far, nothing's turned up. Unperturbed, Andrew makes his way to the park, knowing that anything related to the rift is most likely to happen there. He shouldn't hope that someone will come through or that the rift will cause any new shenanigans, but some small part of him really, really does. He fiddles with his scanner as he goes, not expecting any readings that will actually shed light on the situation after so long of getting nothing useful, but hoping this latest model might pick up wavelengths missed by the last one he put together.

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[theoldgirl]

It's good to see him smile, even if she suspects it may be a little forced. But she can appreciate the attempt at lifting the mood, and she knows there's nothing else to be done about this.

So she lets a mischievous smirk tug at the corner of her mouth. "As though that has ever stopped me," she points out teasingly. "He has no idea what he is doing half the time."

[bluesuit_handy]

"Oi!" Andrew's...actually really not sure how to react to that. On the one hand, he wants to be (playfully) offended that she thinks that of him. On the other, they're not actually talking about him; they're talking about the Doctor. And of course, Andrew doesn't identify with the Doctor at all except for how he completely does.

He experiences several moments of paralyzing cognitive dissonance as the impulse to defend himself battles with the impulse to insult the Doctor. He furrows his brow at her. "You," he settles on, "are a naughty girl."

[theoldgirl]

She had definitely intended that to be a dig at both the Doctor and him, but she wasn't expecting it to throw him off quite so much. Perhaps no more teasing about the Doctor, then, even though the fact that he dislikes the Doctor should make him open to that sort of thing. Clearly dealing with him hasn't gotten any less complicated just because they gave voice to their feelings for each other.

She refuses to be dejected by that though and continues to smirk at him. "But you like that," she reminds him helpfully.

[bluesuit_handy]

Now that he's faced it once, he might be a little more prepared if she threw another one like that at him. He wouldn't have expected it to bother him so much, either; he's always been fine with digs at the Doctor's other regenerations.

"Oh, yes," he agrees with a grin. "Lucky for you."