He doesn't quite mean to pry but what she feels right now is transferring to him, that flood of confusion turning fast into realization and then ah - there is is. Some sort of mental shield.
I can navigate my own way around my own study! The Doctor's voice -- if you can even call it that -- is downright indignant despite their present circumstance. Just because he's somehow in River's body and given fab hair doesn't mean he needs advice from her about what he shouldn't touch. What sort of proportions are these, River?
And the Doctor's thoughts devolve to how curvy and squishy and that is far too much hair for a human being, all at once, a flood of alien colors and impressions of emotions radiating out of him. If River ever fancied a peek inside the Doctor's mind, now she gets that chance. It's even more alien then he looks and acts, right down to several shades of color that a human can't even pronounce on a good day, sights and sounds and smells that her species can't hope to ever experience with their biological makeup. And yes, River. Aliens are probably involved. Aliens are practically a staple in their experience!
The Doctor can't help running their shared hand through River's curls. The only way he can describe them is glorious because somehow it's different when it's attached to his head. Their head. Hers. Right! Hers. Not really his his.
Re: River and Eleven
He doesn't quite mean to pry but what she feels right now is transferring to him, that flood of confusion turning fast into realization and then ah - there is is. Some sort of mental shield.
I can navigate my own way around my own study! The Doctor's voice -- if you can even call it that -- is downright indignant despite their present circumstance. Just because he's somehow in River's body and given fab hair doesn't mean he needs advice from her about what he shouldn't touch. What sort of proportions are these, River?
And the Doctor's thoughts devolve to how curvy and squishy and that is far too much hair for a human being, all at once, a flood of alien colors and impressions of emotions radiating out of him. If River ever fancied a peek inside the Doctor's mind, now she gets that chance. It's even more alien then he looks and acts, right down to several shades of color that a human can't even pronounce on a good day, sights and sounds and smells that her species can't hope to ever experience with their biological makeup. And yes, River. Aliens are probably involved. Aliens are practically a staple in their experience!
The Doctor can't help running their shared hand through River's curls. The only way he can describe them is glorious because somehow it's different when it's attached to his head. Their head. Hers. Right! Hers. Not really his his.