“My beautiful, burning Time Lord.” Sexy whispers, letting her free hand come up to the Doctor’s cheek. Her thumb sweeps over his cheekbone, catching the salty droplet on the pad of her thumb. The rest of his face is wet, but this new track is evident on his skin.

You have grown so much and I am so proud of you. Sexy pulls back just enough to look into the Doctor’s face, to trace her fingers over the contours of his despair. He will become many things, over the rest of his years, but this is the closest he will ever come to human.

“Don’t do it,” Sexy whispers, staring into those fathomless brown eyes. Warm, fresh earth, the brown of life. “Don’t give in, my darling. There is so much waiting for you, out there.”