[He finishes the message and sets the communicator aside, watching the hat go sailing through the air.] Nice. [It's legitimately impressive, but his voice comes out flat and tired almost to the point of sarcasm. He draws a leg up and loops his arms around it, resting his head on his knee.]
I don't know what to do right now. [He's not admitting it to the Doctor. He's saying it to his Rocawear.]
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I don't know what to do right now. [He's not admitting it to the Doctor. He's saying it to his Rocawear.]