She would’ve asked him what he meant, but… in this whole world of his, full of ambiguities, Scout was more eager to start asking other more serious questions. She rest an arm behind her head and ran her gaze along the clouds doing pirouettes to the music of the sun.
"Doctor?" she finally said. Her voice did not contain he credence and power it normally did, but she didn’t even notice. All she could focus on as she turned her head slightly to look at him, was his furrowed brows, deep in concentration. With gentle fingertips, she tugged slightly at his sleeve to bring him back to reality. There was a question coming to her lips, but she didn’t know exactly where to begin or how to say it, so all that managed to come out was a small “Thank you."
His permanent impression of a grin faded into something much softer at the gentleness of her voice, “No,” The Doctor began, “thank you." He touched the tip of her nose delicately, punctuating the you. Each word that tumbled gracelessly from his lips were injected with the utmost sincerity, coming easily and all at once in a way he didn’t think he could have managed.
Without Scout with him in this particular moment, who knew where he would have gone, or in what mental state he would be; and that thought petrified him. Though she didn’t know it, Scout had caught The Doctor at his absolute worst, for he had been alone for quite some time. An old friend of his once advised him to never travel alone, but she had not been there in the ways she said and on the days she claimed.
The TARDIS malfunctioning was no accident, in fact, it was quite the opposite. The Doctor wanted, well, he had hoped that space and time would claim him at last. Silly how things can change so fast.
Scout lifted herself up onto her elbows and rolled onto her side. “Now tell me,” she said, reaching for the cherry he had set aside for later. “What exactly is it that you do?” She ran her tongue along the sickeningly sweet surface of the small fruit and turned her eyes up to his playfully. Unintentional sexual innuendos found their way into a lot of things Scout said.
A strand of hair overhanging from his forehead waved in the wind, so with the delicate touch of her hand, she swept it off to the side where it wouldn’t be a distraction. The features of his face were so easily admired that she wouldn’t have some pesky piece of his bangs obstructing her view.