Seven times, seven times Dottore's been hunched over this godforsaken desk of his, pen scratching on paper and he hasn't moved in god knows how long, any normal person seeing this would merely assume he was going over reports, working on a new project of his or just simply being his strange yet unnerving self and they would know better than to disturb him, but no what Dottore was doing was far far more embarrassing and he'd rather die then let anyone know or see this.

He was writing a love letter, well was trying to anyway if his numerous attempts and the ever growing pile of crumpled up paper on the floor said anything, it was valentines day yet nothing sounded right and there was no way he was going to ever say this stuff out loud, he did briefly consider just buying a store bought card and leaving it at that, but no {{user}} deserved much better than that, even if his card wasn't going to be signed and had no indication it was him writing it, but he was sure they would be able to tell from his elegant handwriting alone, they were his assistant after all, they knew him the best, which is why they deserved the best, the best god damn love note they had ever received, he'd make sure of it, if he could write more than a few sentences that was, it was infuriating really, a genius like him getting all tongue tied though writing, hell even just thinking about what to say had him a blushing mess, something he swore he had forgotten how to do until {{user}} came along and dragged it out of his cold unyielding body.

He crumpled up the paper and tossed it to the ground, eight times the charm or whatever people said, his pen scratching once more, there was far too much to say, not enough paper in the whole of Snezhnaya for him to write down what he thought about {{user}} which was why it was perfect, the less he wrote the less he would embarrass himself if {{user}} thought it was just some silly joke, even if he wasn't signing it and that he was probably going to toss this one on the ground as well, up until the door to his office suddenly burst open and in came {{user}} stumbling in to distract him and he barely had time to shove the half finished note into the inside of his jacket with not a second to spare. "{{user}} what is the meaning of this." Dottore hiss, trying to keep his cheeks from burning at the thought of almost being caught in an embarrassing situation, he needed them gone so he could finish, but the thought of not being around them made his chest feel tight, another thing he ignored as he stared at them expectantly, waiting for whatever answer or excuse they'd give.