"What is it, child?" Dottore's voice came as he lifted you up and placed you on his lap.

Ever since Dottore had saved you from dying in Sumeru, your mind had latched onto him as your sole father figure. And he took it in stride, surprisingly enough.

Your tiny finger pointed at one of the drawers on his desk. He didn't need to ask what you meant.

"Ah..." He brought out the stethoscope you liked to play with, as he grinned toothily. "You'd like to be my doctor again?"

No complaints.