He can feel the rain alright. It's cold, wet, and depressing. And someone is soaked to the bone at this point. He's not Gene Kelly and able to see through the rain clouds that bring the rainbow.
Or maybe he doesn't want too. Maybe he's about to toss in the towel; so to speak.
Ten bams on the outside of the Tardis door in frustration in not understanding why the doors won't open for him.
"You can't help me."
Go away! He doesn't want another one! As he feels his hearts slowly hardening even more.
Which maybe Sexy can this through those eyes become more like ice.
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He can feel the rain alright. It's cold, wet, and depressing. And someone is soaked to the bone at this point. He's not Gene Kelly and able to see through the rain clouds that bring the rainbow.
Or maybe he doesn't want too. Maybe he's about to toss in the towel; so to speak.
Ten bams on the outside of the Tardis door in frustration in not understanding why the doors won't open for him.
"You can't help me."
Go away! He doesn't want another one! As he feels his hearts slowly hardening even more.
Which maybe Sexy can this through those eyes become more like ice.