"Something tells me it doesn't matter if he can dance or not," Amy mused. The Doctor would dance to his heart's content, she was positive of that. Whether or not said dancing was good was another question entirely...
Her hand moved up over Rory's, and she grinned wide. "Not very sure how he'd look as a ginger. It would probably go all wrong." She wouldn't mind it too much, though, at least she hoped she wouldn't. There were so many things about her doctor that she didn't ever want to change, and they sometimes bled over into the things that maybe she could change. Rory was a good reassurance, though. Even if the Doctor changed and ran off as some ginger woman, Rory would always be a constant.
Softly, she slid her fingers between his, leaned in to kiss him again, then pulled him toward the door. "You're right. Plenty of time, and we can use it to get you patched up, okay?"
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Her hand moved up over Rory's, and she grinned wide. "Not very sure how he'd look as a ginger. It would probably go all wrong." She wouldn't mind it too much, though, at least she hoped she wouldn't. There were so many things about her doctor that she didn't ever want to change, and they sometimes bled over into the things that maybe she could change. Rory was a good reassurance, though. Even if the Doctor changed and ran off as some ginger woman, Rory would always be a constant.
Softly, she slid her fingers between his, leaned in to kiss him again, then pulled him toward the door. "You're right. Plenty of time, and we can use it to get you patched up, okay?"