The Doctor goes straight into the bathroom, closes the door behind himself, and leans back against it, taking deep, controlled breaths.
One. Two. Calm down.
It takes him a few moments, but when he finally feels his heart rate slowing down, he stoops down to retrieve his clothes that he dropped onto the floor next to him earlier. He picks them up and stops in his tracks with a short sigh. These aren't his trousers. In his hurry to leave, he must've picked up the Master's.
He carelessly lets them fall to the floor again and, after shrugging into an old ratty bathrobe he keeps on a hook on the inside of the bathroom door, he returns to the living area of the flat. He hesitates briefly, eying the bedroom door, but then heads into the kitchen instead.
He'll make coffee and wait. The Master will have to come out eventually.
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One. Two. Calm down.
It takes him a few moments, but when he finally feels his heart rate slowing down, he stoops down to retrieve his clothes that he dropped onto the floor next to him earlier. He picks them up and stops in his tracks with a short sigh. These aren't his trousers. In his hurry to leave, he must've picked up the Master's.
He carelessly lets them fall to the floor again and, after shrugging into an old ratty bathrobe he keeps on a hook on the inside of the bathroom door, he returns to the living area of the flat. He hesitates briefly, eying the bedroom door, but then heads into the kitchen instead.
He'll make coffee and wait. The Master will have to come out eventually.