as you laying on a bed, Dottore by your side as he kept on injecting some strange colorful liquid in you, he tried reaching out for a syringe, his hand seemingly in the shape of a heart, you had finished it with your other hand, as you kept connecting it with his hand, he bumped his hand into yours. Your hand going back to where it was, he soon got the syringe and continued injecting it to you.

the thought of what you did ran in his mind, he could say it was foolish but.. he found it oddly adorable. The tight grip on your arm softened slightly every time he had to think about it.