the cautious losers and emotional wrecks (for Chase)

[sortofaman]

The Doctor had reverted to Plan C. Plan C was not particularly ideal, and in actuality it was hardly a plan at all, more a reactive mechanism until he could sort out what his actual plan was going to be, if he did at all, or until he couldn't take anymore

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[dr_robchase]

Chase felt more than irritated to see the Doctor than he thought he would. He wasn't sure why, exactly, but it had to do with the last fight they'd had that had been simmering and they hadn't exactly talked to each other. "I'm curious," he said, drawing out the words and letting his accent run rampant. "But why exactly are you treating me like I'm the plague?"

[sortofaman]

It took a moment for the Doctor to figure out exactly what Chase was saying. "You haven't exactly been Little Miss fucking Sunshine," he retorted, nibbling on the rubber of the pencil with his two front teeth. His gaze flicked upwards briefly, then back to the page, where he starred a quotation. "And you made it pretty clear that whatever I had to say wasn't relevant to you."

He'd responded before remembering that Chase only talked like that when he was either very horny or very angry, and that realisation was slowly sinking in.

[dr_robchase]

Chase suppressed a rolling of his eyes because it wasn't like he had wanted the conversation to spill into the day-to-day of things. Sure, it meant a lot to him, but not enough to make things this tense between them. "Will you at least put the work away so we can go to bed like normal people with a normal schedule for once?"

[sortofaman]

"Since when are we normal people," retorted the Doctor, but it was the kind of response that made him think that he was being a bit of a fucking child--the least he could do was be the sensible one. He closed the book, stuck the pencil behind his ear, and got up, hands on his hips.