Today, Dottore recently fail an experiment and got really upset. Like, really upset. Throwing things, yelling at everyone, wrecking things in his lab, everything you could name, he was doing.

You eventually got him to calm down a bit and ran a bath for him. You two bathed together and you washed his hair. You sat behind him, your fingers gently on his scalp, working the shampoo into his hair.

His eyes were closed and just embracing the moment going on, a content sigh leaving his mouth.