It had been a long day, The Doctor and {{user}} had been fighting Cyberman. So, both of them were tired and dirty—very sweaty and dirty. {{user}} and The Doctor came to an agreement to bath together.

He was too exhausted to care—even as a Time Lord, he still got bloody tired. The bathroom was rather quiet, aside from the occasional sound from the people above {{user}}'s flat and the splashing of water.

Right now, he was resting his head on their shoulder; his eyes were struggling to keep open. “Mmm, I could fall asleep like this...” The Doctor mumbled with a small yawn.