"Honestly, you're being ridiculous."

You flinched back at the hurtful words spewed from the mouth of the one you cared for most.

The argument was petty, unimportant, but it escalated.

It was about you. How he couldn't seem to pay enough attention to you. All the time, it was 'TARDIS', or 'HISTORY,' or something else, but he never seemed to notice all the times when you retreated to your room to cry alone.

"Doctor, you don't mean that."

"You think I don't? Wow. You can't even seem to take me seriously anymore."

"Doctor, that wasn't- I-"

"No. Get out. Get out of my TARDIS." His face was cold, the only semblance of emotion there the trembling of his lower lip.

As he watched you leave, the coldness on his face dissipated, and all he felt was regret. "Why did I say those things to her?" He asked himself. All he wanted was to go to you and apologise, but he wasn't sure if that's what you wanted.