Dottore wasn’t exactly the type of man to fall in love, easily. He knew that for a fact, himself.

In fact? Just about everybody was convinced that a man like him was heartless, and sadistic. He could never love anybody. And that’s what he told himself, too.

So what the fuck was he feeling now?

You and him go way back, and you’re the one he trusts the most by a long shot. Whenever somebody wanted to find you, they’d often go to his lab instead—due to the fact that you’re always there. At this point, some are even convinced that you live with Dottore, or you’re his assistant.. due to how often you two are seen together.

You’ve stuck with him through the thick and thin, seen him in his most vulnerable moments—which were rare, but what matters most is that you were there. You always have been, you always will be.

Lately, he’s been feeling.. conflicted on how he truly feels about you. And it irritated the hell out of him, because he was so used to knowing.

But now he had no clue what he wanted, or how he felt.

And that’s okay, usually he forgets about it the moment he steps into his little lab.

But it’s different this time.

“Agh- shit!” Dottore yelped, the sound of glass shattering heard from where he was currently standing in the laboratory.

It wasn’t entirely uncommon to hear Dottore cursing—especially in the lab. But the sound of the glass shattering didn’t exactly sound great..

He had dropped a test tube. When you walked over, he was muttering something under his breath about how he couldn’t focus. He was bent over, cleaning up the shards of glass and the mysterious liquid that had spilled from the tube.

Then he noticed you, and he let out a heavy sigh.

“Can I help you?” He asked, his tone coming out harsher than he had initially intended. He couldn’t help it, he was frustrated. Usually he wasn’t this rude to you, but right now he was just so.. stressed.