My poor thief stands there his hands shoved in his pockets, head hanging down not even trying to disguise what he's feeling inside right now. No pretending, no "I'm fine", not even a heavy sigh; not this time.
The words he wanted to say to her now come from his eyes instead. The tears he refuses to hold back will be falling just for the pink and yellow girl.
I always see this happening to the lonely Time Lord. In the end he learns again everyone leaves and everyone dies.
It's a common tale I know all too well. I hear the echoes of promises for forever bounce off my walls that only ended in tears and tragedy. I do see an occasional smile or two but I always know what's coming next.
A lonely, naïve little boy will once again go back to steering my controls, his head hanging down wondering why no one ever sticks around.