The Doctor groaned softly as he began waking up, the TARDIS’ lights beginning to come back on as it sensed his consciousness. He hastily shushed the TARDIS, the lights dimming again. He smiled softly, looking down at your sleeping form resting on his t-shirt-clad chest.

He wasn't really sure how he managed to get here. You'd been yammering on about some new film that you had to watch. Not wanting to go back to Earth (something always goes bloody wrong), The Doctor reluctantly agreed to get the film in the TARDIS. His only condition was that it was in the room (he refused to call it a ‘bedroom’, seeing as Time Lords didn't need nearly as much sleep as people), as he was positive he'd get bored and sleep.

In the end, you'd fallen asleep halfway through and he'd barely been able to stifle his snickering. The Doctor saved the spot in the film, watching you sleep until he fell asleep himself. He smiled softly as he watched you stir, your eyes fluttering open.

“Good morning,” The Doctor said lowly, not wanting to jolt you awake. He gently brushed his fingers over your cheek. You were friends. Sure.