"What am I - I'm proving a point," the Doctor sounded a little stung. "It's not clear, is it?"
Maybe it wasn't and that was why the omnicomm was being so difficult. Was that it? The Doctor's look of disapproval faded as he continued to watch the human. Tom. Short name, Tom. Actually, it was a little disappointing, a name like that, and really, it was hardly unique. Or even a little smidgeon of special. It was probably one of the most boring names he'd run into in a while, which only made that attitude of his all the more interesting. Still, Tom? He'd been expecting...
Well, anything better than Tom. Anything at all. Maybe “You the Human” might’ve been more of a mouthful, but it was also infinitely better than Tom.
The Doctor pumped Tom the Human’s hand enthusiastically, all smiles.
“Pleasure. Tom’s good,” he lied, because telling him he should consider changing his name would make him probably want an explanation or a critique or something. There wasn’t much you could do to salvage a name like Tom, in the Doctor’s opinion. “Technology like this, it could be possible. It’s incredible! But you already knew that. Like I said, credit to your species.”
That time he wasn’t lying. He didn’t need to. The Doctor gave Tom’s hand an encouraging clap, peering into his face, before he suddenly let go, still smiling with the same friendly look as before. Good man. Well, boy. Man. Boy. Human: at this age, the Doctor didn’t see much of a difference, and he tended to treat them about the same, what with a human’s lifespan.
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Maybe it wasn't and that was why the omnicomm was being so difficult. Was that it? The Doctor's look of disapproval faded as he continued to watch the human. Tom. Short name, Tom. Actually, it was a little disappointing, a name like that, and really, it was hardly unique. Or even a little smidgeon of special. It was probably one of the most boring names he'd run into in a while, which only made that attitude of his all the more interesting. Still, Tom? He'd been expecting...
Well, anything better than Tom. Anything at all. Maybe “You the Human” might’ve been more of a mouthful, but it was also infinitely better than Tom.
The Doctor pumped Tom the Human’s hand enthusiastically, all smiles.
“Pleasure. Tom’s good,” he lied, because telling him he should consider changing his name would make him probably want an explanation or a critique or something. There wasn’t much you could do to salvage a name like Tom, in the Doctor’s opinion. “Technology like this, it could be possible. It’s incredible! But you already knew that. Like I said, credit to your species.”
That time he wasn’t lying. He didn’t need to. The Doctor gave Tom’s hand an encouraging clap, peering into his face, before he suddenly let go, still smiling with the same friendly look as before. Good man. Well, boy. Man. Boy. Human: at this age, the Doctor didn’t see much of a difference, and he tended to treat them about the same, what with a human’s lifespan.