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[am_i_being_rude]

When: Boxing Day eveningish. Right after the best display of literal self-loathing any curse has yet been able to produce.
Rating: S for Scolding, with an occasional pSH for post-Scolding Hug.
Characters: The Doctor (with the hair) am_i_being_rude and Rose Tyler iam_thebadwolf
Summary: Ten ran into the kitchen to get ice for Rose's face and didn't come back.
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[iam_thebadwolf]

After speaking with the other Doctor for a while, Rose decided to check on the missing Doctor. It didn't take any sort of brilliance to guess that he'd be struggling with a good deal of guilt and there's a part of her that's aware that he may not want to see her at all. She's not going to give him that luxury. She steps into the kitchen quietly, arms crossed over her chest as she approaches him. She knows that he knows she's there. He's probably known since the moment she came into the flat itself. She remains quiet until she's standing a foot or so away from him.

"I know you didn't mean to hurt me. You wouldn't ever. Not on purpose."

It seems the best place to start, acknowledging that hurting her hadn't been his intent.

[am_i_being_rude]

He's not actually sure how long he wanted to be left alone to stew in whatever myriad of emotions he's got going on right now, but he's pretty sure it was about ten minutes longer than whatever time anyone chose to come back, no matter when that might have turned out to be. He knows when she comes back - not hard to work out - and isn't as surprised as he could have been when she nearly makes a beeline for his chosen hideout. The kitchen itself doesn't really offer that many places to hide, but it doesn't matter anyway, since he's standing at the counter facing the melting ice cubes when she walks in. She keeps coming until she's just outside of being too close right now and starts talking, and he turns profile toward her and mostly continues looking at the tops of his trainers.

'No, of course not.' That does make him look up, to survey the damage. He twists back to the counter and grabs the makeshift icepack to give to her. 'Little late, but it might still help a bit.'

[iam_thebadwolf]

"Are you all right?" She means injury wise. She's not sure how hard the other Doctor hit him. She takes the ice, more to pacify him than anything else. She presses the ice pack to her cheek. "I shouldn't've gotten between you two. I hate it when you two hurt each other."

She doesn't want to push him too hard just yet but she knows she's going to have to at some point. It's likely he will try to put some distance between the two of them.

She hurts right now but it's not her face. She knows how much he's hurting even without touching him. Guilt and pain are written all over him so for the moment, she stays where she is, but the hand that's not holding the ice, is fisted around the sleeve hem of her sweater to keep her from reaching out to touch him.

'Least no one can tell us we didn't celebrate Boxin' Day all in."

[am_i_being_rude]

He'd actually all but forgotten until just now that he'd hit himself quite squarely once or twice before things got more out of hand. He reaches up to his face and not-quite-gingerly-enough prods at it, scrunching it up when unsurprisingly, it does hurt, and dropping his hand back down. 'Fine. Just a little swollen, I think.' There's a little pause before he gets to the rest of her statements, because they're not as easily answered as the question, being not so clinically based.

'I don't know why we were fighting. We had fairly civil conversation yesterday.'

The comment gets what it was likely trying to in the form of a hollow laugh and a nod, which he doesn't do for very long because being hit in the head apparently can give you a headache. 'Yeap. Getting back to the true spirit of the holidays: lots of food, little sleep, and a big fight with your family.'