"Leave it to you to make even singing tiring," the Master chuckled, fumbling with the doorknob, since he wasn't trying to approximate a jig. "You really get inversed. Immersed. Immersed in things. No, no, that's good. I like that." He slid loose and grabbed the Doctor's hand as he sat on the edge of the bed, perhaps a bit harder than he meant to. "Always liked watching that."
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