"Does your neck hurt?" one Andrew asks the other as they stand protectively on either side of James on the platform, each holding one of his hands.
"Not much," replies Andrew. "It looks like you might have a bruise," he notes, peering around James and using his free hand to rub curiously at his own throat. He's not the one who was held up by his neck after they split; despite how quickly the Master dropped him, it looks like the other Andrew is a little worse for wear. "Wonder what that'll do when we go back together," he muses.
"If we can figure out how," says the other, worried. He looks over as the train pulls in, glancing at its signage to make sure it's what they want, and Andrews gently lead James aboard.
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"Not much," replies Andrew. "It looks like you might have a bruise," he notes, peering around James and using his free hand to rub curiously at his own throat. He's not the one who was held up by his neck after they split; despite how quickly the Master dropped him, it looks like the other Andrew is a little worse for wear. "Wonder what that'll do when we go back together," he muses.
"If we can figure out how," says the other, worried. He looks over as the train pulls in, glancing at its signage to make sure it's what they want, and Andrews gently lead James aboard.