- forty-second year waiting -

[nurse-boy.livejournal.com]

[Halloween, again. His second one here. Rory's found the sweets and the note left at their door and brought it inside, and taken more pleasure than strictly necessary in being able to actually eat it. He doesn't know if the castle does something different for Halloween every year, but he's finding this to be much more agreeable than what happened LAST year--waking up with a gruesome painted face and his very own tombstone out on the grounds: just another lovely reminder that, at the time, he was dead back home]

Does anyone remember Halloween last year? With the painted faces some of us had, and the graveyard...?

[sound of chewing]

Think I like this a lot better than that. Sweets don't remind you that you're dead.

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/holds you

[nurse-boy.livejournal.com]

Yeah. Yeah, I guess there is. [another chuckle, that isn't so short or bitter] I bet if you or I told Amy and our Doctor that, they'd ask if we meant another Rory.

[cricketycricket.livejournal.com]

Well, don't let that bother you. Just ... keep on being yourself. I do get a bit sillier as I get older, apparently, so. There is that.

[nurse-boy.livejournal.com]

[his voice holds a slight hint of teasing: his mood is improving. Or, at least, he's refocusing it]

Apparently so?

[cricketycricket.livejournal.com]

[okay, that earns him a laugh] Well, I was trying to hold up some semblance of tact...

[nurse-boy.livejournal.com]

[he laughs right back in return, albeit quietly]

Eh, you don't have to be tactful with me, Doctor. I've been around him for a long time now, Amy and I probably know him better than most people. He's definitely a bit, er, silly.

[cricketycricket.livejournal.com]

I suppose I should be glad I manage to keep a sense of humor, after all I've heard that happens... [the shrug is almost audible]