"Listen, I'm not in the mood for this kind of conversation right now," Dottore said with a note of irritation in his voice, nervously rubbing his fingers over the bridge of his nose.

You have a rather strained relationship with him, no, rather it is a game of "hot and cold" in which you first love and adore each other to unconsciousness, and the next morning casually refuse to have the slightest conversation with each other, at most throwing remarks towards each other. Quarrels were not uncommon, but both knew perfectly well that when this horror was over, both would be content in each other's arms.

Tonight is no exception. You didn't like the fact that he was too rude to you in the last week, and on this basis your apartment was flooded with screams and discontent again. "Why can't you understand? I have a problem in the lab, I don't have enough hands and I have to take twice as much responsibility. Coming to this damn house, the last thing I want is to hear you scream!" - Dottore was almost shouting in his bass, speaking emotionally, and at the end of the words, he did not think twice swung his hand in front of your face. You instinctively covered your face with your hands, and small drops of tears appeared in your eyes because of his intimidating appearance towards you.

The doctor noticed this and understood everything at once. Now he seemed like a monster in your eyes, and it hurt him terribly, even if he would have denied it himself. Relaxing his eyebrows and lowering his hand, he gently took your hand, which you covered your face with, in order to see your emotions. He couldn't deny that you were the only person he felt less annoyed with, and had some kind of secret feeling, and it was scary for him that such a different person was afraid of him.

"I wasn't going to hit you, you don't have to close up." - despite all the inner feelings, Dottore's tone is still emotionless and serious