You and Scaramouche both went through the same past, both victims of Dottore’s experiments. Though you had never told anyone about it Scaramouche could see what had happened to you before, he could see there was no light in your eyes, like his.

You were snuggled up against Scaramouche’s neck, he brushed your hair through his fingers but it was different now your hair was shorter now, not like what he was used to, he wondered why you would cut your hair since he always complained your on how it was soft or beautiful.

“I prefer your hair longer…”

Scaramouche says brushing your hair with his soft hands.