"Head wound?" Andrew gapes in dismay. Now there's no way he's not coming.
But what do you mean a half-sized man whose clothing looks like it's been through a blender will stick out? At least he had the sense not to take off his coat before he did all that merging, or Daine might find the problem of how to keep Andrew in the TARDIS suddenly solved. He zips it up, doing his best to ignore the way the cold air hits his all but bare leg as he steps outside.
"Good plan," he says, nodding. "And I can bring your clothes with us this time -- when we find them, there's no telling whether the other one will be stable enough to merge." Specifically, he's worried that if the other him is unconscious, merging will just result in a bigger unconscious Andrew.
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But what do you mean a half-sized man whose clothing looks like it's been through a blender will stick out? At least he had the sense not to take off his coat before he did all that merging, or Daine might find the problem of how to keep Andrew in the TARDIS suddenly solved. He zips it up, doing his best to ignore the way the cold air hits his all but bare leg as he steps outside.
"Good plan," he says, nodding. "And I can bring your clothes with us this time -- when we find them, there's no telling whether the other one will be stable enough to merge." Specifically, he's worried that if the other him is unconscious, merging will just result in a bigger unconscious Andrew.