[He's barely been out of bed, since Christmas. Now that he has a bed, and something warm, it's been easy to not think about how he feels about this last breach.
He's aware that it's what he did after Folkeston, after his brush with the Daleks-- hiding from himself with sleep (harder then, the voices in his head with their vague curiosity, calm and quiet in death). But getting up is so hard and bed is so warm.]
Everyone was very kind-- I have a lot of lovely things.
Some of these were from you-?
[He sits up languidly, Iris' snuggy and the other blankets draped loosely around him.]
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He's aware that it's what he did after Folkeston, after his brush with the Daleks-- hiding from himself with sleep (harder then, the voices in his head with their vague curiosity, calm and quiet in death). But getting up is so hard and bed is so warm.]
Everyone was very kind-- I have a lot of lovely things.
Some of these were from you-?
[He sits up languidly, Iris' snuggy and the other blankets draped loosely around him.]