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sortofamanAfter a relatively restless night, the Doctor found himself not in the best shade of wakefulness when he went to boil up some water that morning in the fireplace. Coffee was necessary, that was certain, and while he wasn't as good as Ianto, it would do for first thing.
So he shuffled out of bed and downstairs, leaving his shirt off in the morning humidity left from the rain the day before, and started a tiny fire to boil up the water, then turned to go get the coffee he'd swiped from the kitchen.
Funny, he'd forgot that there were now women in the house again.
So he shuffled out of bed and downstairs, leaving his shirt off in the morning humidity left from the rain the day before, and started a tiny fire to boil up the water, then turned to go get the coffee he'd swiped from the kitchen.
Funny, he'd forgot that there were now women in the house again.
