[calm and rational, that was good old stable Rory. good old unstable Doctor, however, meant an immediate retort of,]
We'll be back before she knows it! [and--- a pause. denial. resignation. sigh.] But she'll know it. Okay. Fair point.
[he almost wanted to ask to interrupt Amy's get-together, but the fact he had two thoughts about asking before opening his mouth meant it was probably not a good thing to ask and honestly, on third thought, its bad colors gleamed; oblivious he might be, but sometimes, humans needed purely human time. that she'd left Rory behind meant it was probably one of those times.]
[not that Rory wasn't human-- oh, sure, he had to have that mean thought- so maybe it was more... family time? humans enjoyed that. most species enjoyed that. Time Lords did. thus him popping in here, frankly, but that wasn't the point.]
[expression slowly settling toward stubborn (one Rory must know well), chin jutting out, lower lip bit, very existent eyebrows turning his forehead into one giant arrow. he met and held Rory's eyes and, subsequently, attention (which did, though he wouldn't say aloud, help ease off some of his grumpiness).]
... But if we're not running off to Dublin, there must be more to do than... sandwiches and postcards. Great stuff, all that, but [- I'm here now! -] there must be more.
I will never ever be able to properly say how much I adore your Rory
We'll be back before she knows it! [and--- a pause. denial. resignation. sigh.] But she'll know it. Okay. Fair point.
[he almost wanted to ask to interrupt Amy's get-together, but the fact he had two thoughts about asking before opening his mouth meant it was probably not a good thing to ask and honestly, on third thought, its bad colors gleamed; oblivious he might be, but sometimes, humans needed purely human time. that she'd left Rory behind meant it was probably one of those times.]
[not that Rory wasn't human-- oh, sure, he had to have that mean thought- so maybe it was more... family time? humans enjoyed that. most species enjoyed that. Time Lords did. thus him popping in here, frankly, but that wasn't the point.]
[expression slowly settling toward stubborn (one Rory must know well), chin jutting out, lower lip bit, very existent eyebrows turning his forehead into one giant arrow. he met and held Rory's eyes and, subsequently, attention (which did, though he wouldn't say aloud, help ease off some of his grumpiness).]
... But if we're not running off to Dublin, there must be more to do than... sandwiches and postcards. Great stuff, all that, but [- I'm here now! -] there must be more.