@canspotatimeagent – gets a starter – because i can. – 10th doctor.
It was one of those days.
Of course a normal person would not be able to see the feelings that lay under the doctor’s mask of a grin and talking a mile a minuet. Rose… maybe, Martha could perhaps, Donna most definitely would have…
He paused at the thought of Donna, his smile becoming a tiny bit more fake, before he excused himself from the person he had been talking too, an alien who had been all too happy to listen to a story about earth… and leaving the alien bar/restaurant, retreated back to the TARDIS, the mask of happiness sliding off his face, into a solemn one, not having seen the familiar face in the room, one who would have had direct view of the fading smile.
At the tardis, he stopped, key in the lock, and lent his forehead against the closed door, a tear falling down his cheek, then another and another, till he was crying silently… he was so tired of loosing people.











