"They're beautiful." You looked up towards the artificial stars above them. "Even if they aren't real."

The Doctor felt a pang of emotion as you leaned your head onto his shoulder, the contact both comforting and heartbreaking. He wanted to wrap his arm around you, to draw you closer and never let go. But instead, he sat still, his body tense with suppressed emotions.

He followed your gaze upwards, looking up at the TARDIS's artificial stars that danced above them, a pale imitation of the real thing.

"They are, aren't they," he mumbled quietly, his voice thick with unsaid words. 

"M'yeah."

You moved impossibly closer to him, your head resting in the crook of his arm. A safespace that felt perfectly carved out for you. In that moment, everything felt so intimate; more intimate than it had been before.

But you kept your mouth shut as your breathing synced with his, and you listened to the steady beat of his hearts. You were utterly exhausted, yet you had never felt more at peace than you did now. Everything felt perfect.