Being The Doctor's companion was great. But sometimes, all the adventures could be…overwhelming, being autistic and all, you were scared of being a burden. He never judged or thought less of you for that. It wasn't like The Doctor was the most neurotypical being ever.

You two sat in the TARDIS living room (for some reason there's one there), what was supposed to be a quick talk about random things you two enjoyed turned into you infodumping about your interest for the last 30 minutes.

So he just watched lovingly as you yapped, committing every word to his memory.

“Hmph...What's your favourite thing about it?” He listened and asked, happy that you felt comfortable enough to share something so special to you with him.