[he still doesn't open his eyes or move his hand--he's still rubbing at the bridge of his nose--but he leans very, very slightly into her touch]
Hope so. [a pause before he amends] ... They will.
[because they are already--all those memories of being a Roman, and his time spent guarding the Pandorica, had already slammed themselves behind doors back home. It's just the suddenness of gaining all those memories *here* that's got him suffering from a minor migraine. After a long moment he drops his hand away from his face, but *still* doesn't pick his head up, or open his eyes]
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Hope so. [a pause before he amends] ... They will.
[because they are already--all those memories of being a Roman, and his time spent guarding the Pandorica, had already slammed themselves behind doors back home. It's just the suddenness of gaining all those memories *here* that's got him suffering from a minor migraine. After a long moment he drops his hand away from his face, but *still* doesn't pick his head up, or open his eyes]
What about you?