If it had been a directed, deliberate touch he'd have recoiled reflexively, but the gradual flow of awareness meshed with his own and he pressed his forehead to the Doctor's, grunting a little as he forced himself not to wall it off, to let their minds drift together, every pleasurable sensation rippling through them in a positive feedback loop. It wasn't a casual gesture, and the distant familiarity of it ached.
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Date: 2011-04-22 03:34 am (UTC)