Date: 2008-10-29 05:54 pm (UTC)
James is left feeling rather adrift as Jack scurries off into the kitchen, and shakes his head bemusedly, slicking some of his dripping fringe out of his face.

'We do, yes.' The comment about the sofa earns a wry smile; it's one of the few things of any substantial size Jack had insisted on dragging over from his flat when he moved in with James. The colour verges on the obnoxious- like Jack at times, in fact- but James has grown fond of it. 'Quite,' he says.

The Doctor- or whatever his name is, seems content to leave it at that, and James straightens himself somewhat, knotting the belt to his robe rather more firmly around his waist. 'You'll have to forgive Jack,' he says after a moment. 'He can be a touch... credulous at times. What's your name then, really?'

No harm trying to be friendly, after all. But if the man persists in claiming to be the Doctor, James just knows it's going to give Jack ridiculous ideas, and the last thing he wants is him trying to build a TARDIS in their living room.
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