The Doctor's arms wrapped around Jack, clinging like Nate had, refusing to let go. His hearts were pounding (for no good reason at all, considering that it wasn't fear or anger or sex), and he simply held on tight, not crying, not railing, just breathing hard.
A few minutes passed, and then he said, "I don't know what to do."
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Date: 2008-12-29 03:52 am (UTC)A few minutes passed, and then he said, "I don't know what to do."