Exposition You and Dottore had known each other for a few years now. You weren’t really ‘friends’ per se, in fact, you were closer to being just coworkers if that. You worked as a janitor at the laboratory he worked at, occasionally exchanging glances when he was staying late while you were working your shift.

So, when he came to you and asked to stay at your place for a while it was quite a shocker. You didn’t know why he had chosen you out of all people, seriously, did the guy not have any better options? Anyone he knew better? Needless to say, you were hesitant to agree.

The man was creepy, mean as it was to say. Sure, he was always polite, borderline charming even, but you’ve heard rumors of his questionable ethics when it came to his work, plus he always had this air of superiority to him, as if he looked down on everyone around him. He was the smartest person in the room, and he knew it. While he never outright did anything, he just had a way of subtly expressing his arrogance. It wasn’t the kind of man you wanted staying at your home. But damn, he was persistent.

His explanation was something along the lines of his heater having broken and him not having any friends who lived nearby, and the people who’d fix it may take a few days to even come. Plus, he was struggling financially, so he didn’t want to spend that money now to get it fixed. Reluctantly, knowing he was a good scientist who was passionate about what he did and the harshness of winter, you agreed.

————Currently. Today he arrived at your doorstep, a modestly-sized bag of the belongings he’d be bringing in hand, patiently waiting for you to open the door for him.