The Doctor isn't the sort to really look at a woman, well, like that. But Melody is no ordinary woman, and every moment he sees her, he sees River. He sees the woman he lost, the woman he loved. Still loves. The woman he misses and craves just one more moment beside.
He takes a step up, a little closer, watching her like some old black and white movie. But this one he can reach out and touch. This one he can breathe in and know is real.
"We don't have to rest," he suggests. Forward, more so than he ever would be. But then here he's hardly himself, not in this room, not with her.
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He takes a step up, a little closer, watching her like some old black and white movie. But this one he can reach out and touch. This one he can breathe in and know is real.
"We don't have to rest," he suggests. Forward, more so than he ever would be. But then here he's hardly himself, not in this room, not with her.