The Master had always said that the never ending drums in his head were quiet whenever you were around. And right now, this was more obvious than ever.

He had had another meltdown, ranting on and on about the drums, how they’re too loud, far too loud. You’d managed to calm him down, resulting in the two of you laying down on the couch together, with his head resting on your chest. You watched the gentle rise and fall of his chest, his expression calm and still.