No. That didn’t even enter into my mind until afterwards, Amy.
[He’s honestly waiting for the yelling and screaming to start.]
What brought you back?
[Of course, she doesn’t believe him.
At the moment, she doesn’t want him here. She doesn’t want to touch him. She doesn’t want to look at him.
So, Amy just smiles. She doesn’t seem happy in the slightest. In fact, she looks as though she might start crying.
And, of course. He’s not getting an answer to that question.]
I think you should go.
[It’s the first thing out of his mouth when he sees her.]
I’m sorry.
Was it because she looked like Winter?
[She’s remaining very calm about the whole thing. Which is certainly surprising.]
[Whether she’s chosen to focus her energy on being happy, angry or sad, will remain a mystery until further notice, apparently.]
my-ameliapond started following you
“Uh…Did you need help with those bags, ma’am?”
Oh, you’re lovely. [Another one that restores her faith in humanity. Nice people are most certainly her favourite sorts of people. It’s why she’s taken to surrounding herself with them.] That’d be wonderful, thank you.
[He actually looks surprised at that, eyebrows furrowing together a bit as he stares at her.]
Why would I hurt you? What would that actually achieve? Nothing. No.
[Shaking his head, he slams his hand down on the dining room table. A little bit too hard, actually, since it creaks under the pressure before falling apart.]
..Shit. Amy really liked that table.
Because you’re a moron.
And you’re hitting things while I’m in proximity. Kind of. I mean, I don’t think that if you hurt me it’d actually hurt since I’m not really here or—
It’s complicated but.
Okay, just stop being dumb.
