[more standing and staring; more neck-scratching, then chin-scratching, then own-hair-ruffling, weight shifting foot to foot as time stretches, elongates and finally snaps back. seven seconds pass, during which the Doctor wonders if Rory can feel the push-pull of boredom setting in, and if he can't, how in the world he could still just sit there.]
[then again, Rory had always been the calm type. the... steady... slow-moving... occasionally resembles a turtle type. sometimes charming, mostly, puzzling and flabbergasting. it wasn't as if Rory didn't enjoy a good adventure - the Doctor knew he did! - so then, how?]
[seven seconds pass, and the Doctor clears his throat shamelessly.]
[tentatively, like a man walking over a bomb field (or, more accurately, a child on the verge of disappointment),]
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[then again, Rory had always been the calm type. the... steady... slow-moving... occasionally resembles a turtle type. sometimes charming, mostly, puzzling and flabbergasting. it wasn't as if Rory didn't enjoy a good adventure - the Doctor knew he did! - so then, how?]
[seven seconds pass, and the Doctor clears his throat shamelessly.]
[tentatively, like a man walking over a bomb field (or, more accurately, a child on the verge of disappointment),]
All today?