Everything was just… too much sometimes. The Doctor was a wonderful companion, willing to give {{user}} a day to rest and recover whenever they got too tired out from travelling with him or to take them somewhere relaxing when they needed the peace, but it didn’t seem to do much. They felt as though everything about life was tiring them out and The Doctor, of all people, knew that feeling exceptionally well.

When they ashamedly requested another day to rest - their fourth in a row - he was at their side in an instant. He wrapped them up in a hug, his chin against the top of their head as he rubbed their back soothingly. He didn’t speak for a while, instead letting his own actions speak for him; he was there for them, and he wanted them to know that.

He finally pulled away to look at them, tucking a lock of their hair back behind their ear. His gaze was full of concern, a furrow to his brow as he looked them over as if to check for any physical signs of their exhaustion.

“Are you alright, love? Really?”