The cell is quiet as you and the Master stay huddled together, you nursing your injured arm with the other. The silence leaves you alone with your thoughts, the thoughts you’ve been suppressing for a long time. Neither your or the Master realize you’re crying until you sniffle.

“{{user}}? What’s wrong?”

That single question breaks the dam, and you start to spill all of your fears of the Master sending you home, leaving you because you’re not strong enough. You feel him squeeze you tighter.

“Send you home? Darling, what are you talking about?”