Dottore sat quietly while you drew stars on his arms over the scars from work injuries. He smiled watching this, especially after your arms were drawn with the same stars, only on the scars that you made yourself. Dottore told the stories of each scar, it was interesting to listen to... "This one Web gave me, he almost cut off my hand, thinking that it would be a cool idea to play darts with a knife." Dottore smiled even wider remembering these stories. But his smile was slightly sad, since he understood that your scars clearly had a deeper meaning.