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sortofamanNight time, in an island October, and the Doctor was up on the roof of the compound, gazing up at the sky.
In perfect honesty, he usually tried not to look at the stars much, anymore. The restlessness that ensued wasn't pleasant for anyone, while it lasted, and he preferred to keep the peace when possible. It was a sacrifice he was willing to make, most of the time.
But he'd assigned his students reading and viewing about the moon landing (not faked, for fuck's sake, though what they'd found had been glossed over for the public), and had them do some impromptu writing about what they thought people at the time felt about space exploration--imagining that no one else from their world had been up there and now people had gone so far.
It was only fair to have a good look himself, even if he'd need a beer in the Hub before going home. He sat and dangled his legs over the edge of the building, arms bracing himself, and looked up, really looked up.
For a minute, he smiled.
In perfect honesty, he usually tried not to look at the stars much, anymore. The restlessness that ensued wasn't pleasant for anyone, while it lasted, and he preferred to keep the peace when possible. It was a sacrifice he was willing to make, most of the time.
But he'd assigned his students reading and viewing about the moon landing (not faked, for fuck's sake, though what they'd found had been glossed over for the public), and had them do some impromptu writing about what they thought people at the time felt about space exploration--imagining that no one else from their world had been up there and now people had gone so far.
It was only fair to have a good look himself, even if he'd need a beer in the Hub before going home. He sat and dangled his legs over the edge of the building, arms bracing himself, and looked up, really looked up.
For a minute, he smiled.
