She's out at some slumber party.
It's a reasonable thing, of course. Slumber parties generally mean slumbering which generally means not slumbering where you usually slumber. And she's surrounded by her most mature female friends, so he really has very little to worry about, he thinks.
He sips his coffee and leans against the door to the TARDIS. He can wait a little longer.
Silly thing, worrying about her. It's not like she can't take care of herself.
Still, he sits outside the TARDIS in the warm spring night. Waiting for her to come home.
Is this what she'd want? Him waiting for her?
It is very human to want someone to care. He wonders if she wants him to care.
And he does, ridiculously enough. The thought of sleeping (even sleeping off his obvious drunken state) feels wrong, not without Rose sleeping in the room across the hall. He can wait a little longer.
Where is she?
This is ridiculous.
She'll be back soon. He thinks about his warm bed back inside the TARDIS, then takes another sip of coffee. He can wait a little longer.
After all, if the positions were reversed, he'd want her to wait for him.
He wonders how human that makes him.
Fairly human, he thinks.
He goes back inside to pour himself another cup of coffee, then comes back out.
It's nearly sunrise. He can wait a little longer.
Muse: The Doctor (Ten)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 258
Based on RP with banished_dame