[You said research. He's good at that. And likes helping. You've piqued his interest.]

You don't sleep enough as it is. Don't think I haven't noticed. [Only very recently but shhh.] What are you researching?

[Damn. She was afraid of that.]

Immature populations and the effect they got on the City. Like what would the City be like if it was entirely populated by one of the really old races, like Time Lords 'steada mostly humans.

[Yes she rehearsed that in the brief moments she had between noticing what the network had broadcast, the realization that he would be interested and that she couldn't tell him the truth.]

There's too much to do.[Two Doctors to entertain and make feel loved] I sleep too much. Figger if I could sleep a little less, I could do more.

Really? [Oh, Rose. That just sounds kind of fascinating.] Why?

Is there? You can leave some of it to me if you're having to sacrifice sleep for it. You're just going to wear your body down and then you'll be able to do even less.

[Crap. She really should have picked something more boring.] To see why the pick the people they do? [Well now it kind of sounds interesting to her.] Might be able to do somethin' 'bout the comin's and goin's then.

[Add another project to a list that's already too long.]

S'not like doin' dishes and cleanin' the bathrooms. More like...I don't want to miss anythin', y'know? [That part is honest at least. And then some teasing.] But if you like, I can talk to Cinna 'bout you takin' over some of my shifts.

[Sorry Rose.] What made you think to call older races immature ones? Not that I disagree - it's a lot of the time the oldest people who get the most... childish about things. Live too long, get too settled.

[What momentary 'oh' he experiences is immediately replaced with a mix of mild horror and distaste.] No, no, that's quite alright. You have fun. I don't think that's a good idea. Drive him mental in a few hours. And he's so polite. It doesn't make sense. How can anyone be that polite?

Actually meant to call the human races the immature ones. Y'know everywhere we go you tell 'em that we've got potential.

[Oh good. That was exactly the reaction she was hoping for, distract him from the whole sleep issue.] Got a point. [And a teasing grin] Just figgerin' out not everybody's rude?

Well yeah, 'course I do. You lot are amazing! When you feel like it. Go out into the great big universe and do wonderful things and live! Brilliant!

[Hurt face. Playfully hurt, Rose.] I can be polite! Usually there's just not enough time for it or... I forgot to. Anyway, all the time? C'mon.

But a bit rash sometimes, yeah? Bit immature.

[Oh Doctor. She just grins] Actually you can be very polite and thoughtful sometimes.

A little, but you're young. It's allowed. And honestly rashness is better than pompousness or indifference. Far more fun.

[Entirely mollified.] Thank you. Very kind of you.

Mmmm yeah can't stand indifference. Pompousness is amusin' sometimes. Tiresome after a bit though, yeah.

[Oh good. She likes when that happens.] Saint Rose, 'member. Part of my very long, impressive title.

See, I couldn't agree more with both or either of those statements.

Long, very impressive. Ought to see what we can do about finding you new activities to be brilliant at so you can keep adding to it.

Good team, you and me.

Addin' that to my resolutions. Still got to get 'round to finger paintin' a wall in the flat. We can add artist to my title then.

Might ought to just wait until one of us gets hit with whatever blasted tiny-ray they like to use here again - and that's a when, not an if - since that's when most of our artistic talents seem to emerge anyway. Unless you've been hiding skills from me.

I think the coffee one would go right along with the sleeping less, but I don't know that's a good idea to start with.

[ Yep, they're both going to get on her case. But only a little, he still feels guilty. ]

But there's so much to do. Don't have time to sleep.

[Aww Doctor. Someone has to get on her case about it really. She's just going to end up running herself into the ground if they don't.]

It's good for you. Gets your little human brain back into some semblance of order.

Oi! Hey now. Clever enough.

I didn't mean it like that. Just meant it was necessary, dreaming.

[She's mollified now, for the most part.] I'll make sure I get enough.

[No she won't. Hypocrit that she is, from time to time she argue with the other Doctor about him not sleeping because of nightmares. She will insist it is entirely a different thing.]

That's my girl.

So. [ He pauses. ] Think I might find myself another place.

[She's quiet for several seconds and when she does speak, her voice is quiet and plaintive.] I don't want you to be alone. [Either of him.]

I'm not runnin' off forever. Might even stay in the building. Just... think it might be a good idea.

[She can't argue, not after Boxing Day. Really, she should have known better and not gotten between them but... Finally she nods.] Bet you can get a flat on the same floor then I'll just down the hall like we're in the TARDIS. [She's still sad about this even if she does see the point in it.]

There's a thought. I'll even give you the extra key, all right? [ He attempts to sound cheery. ] But no decoratin'.

Deal. [She's attempting as well. She's just not succeeding.] I'm sorry. [She's not entirely sure what she's apologizing for to be honest.]