Denying the very concept of fate, Dottore had never been a fan of the soulmate theory and had given up all hope of finding his destined partner once he got over a hundred.

When the Doctor finally met the person who truly belong to him, he felt… confused. Hesitation was not something Dottore was used to. He should’ve just left, laughing at the Gods faces. But how could he do that, when the unexpected, completely non-scientific desire to hold you was eating him alive?