Once they were back, the Master slipped the canister back onto the table and turned to Barty. Oh Rassilon, it was like Lucy all over again. One little glimpse of the future and they all fell into this horrible depression. Hey, he'd seen the future of the Time Lords, he knew that they all burnt. He wasn't getting weepy over it.
Mostly because they deserved it. "Are you angry? Why? That's not your future."
"I'm not angry. I know it's not. Anymore." Barty ran his fingers through his hair and then took his wand out, quickly removing the spells cast over them. Then he headed for the window, just so he could see outside and watch the street beneath them. He wasn't particularly eager to explain that he was actually frightened, because that wasn't something he'd admit out loud.
"You're not fine. You look like Lucy did after I took her to see the Toclafane. And that ended in me dying so I'd rather you were honest with me," the Master insisted because he didn't like this, he didn't want Barty to be angry or scared. Weirdly enough, he got almost no rush from it. It was like when he beat the Doctor the last time, he didn't feel much pride. Just a strange sadness.
It was an odd feeling really. "Or at least warn me before you shoot me because I can't regenerate like this. I can't! I'd just get stuck, bleeding, dying, leaking all my energy. So say."
"I wouldn't shoot you. If anything, I'd use a curse." Barty shook his head and let out a short snort, not surprisingly not an especially happy sound. "Lucy was a normal human. I've seen worse than those... Toclafane. Arguably been through worse."
He turned around and considered the Master, at the same time putting his wand away. "I wouldn't kill you. You should know that. You're all I have."
"If it didn't bother you so much, why are you acting odd? I'm not stupid. I can see it in you," the Master complained, eyes on the wand, not sure if he trusted Barty with that thing. Either way, he had no idea how he was going to get it off him so it wasn't worth obsessing over. Moving over to the cupboard by the TV, he crouched down and began to raid it for biscuits. He hadn't eaten all day or slept any so he really needed some kind of energy.
"You could have more if you wanted to have more. If you don't want to be with me or you have a better idea, say it," the Master suggested as he dropped onto the floor, biscuits in hand. "Regardless, you'll never find company as endearingly charming as mine."
"I don't think I want anyone else. I've never cared for people much, on the whole." Barty turned to look back out of the window, wondering if it actually was cold or if he just felt like it. Probably the latter. Either way, he wished there was a dignified way to just crawl under the covers in the middle of the day. It wasn't as if the Master would mind, but he would.
"This hasn't shown me anything new. But some things I'd prefer not to be reminded of." Maybe that was enough of an explanation. Whatever. He finally just headed to the bed anyway, sitting down on it and looking at his hands.
"I just upset you then? Oh good, I was worried I'd broken that brain of yours. Well, broken it more," the Master remarked as he shoved two biscuits into his mouth, struggling to eat them without crumbs overflowing. Maybe trying to shove a third in was a bad idea but he couldn't help it. The hunger was desperate and unstoppable, he always wanted more.
Gulping down his mouthful, he wiped his face on his dirty hoodie sleeve and looked up at Barty. In that moment, he did look genuinely unsure, like he wanted to do something for Barty but he didn't know what. So, instead of saying anything else, he shoved more biscuits into his mouth.
Barty glanced at the Master and lifted an eyebrow, deciding that propriety was hardly a problem here and finally just dropping onto the bed, eyes closing as he completely threw any pretense at dignity into the wind and pulled the covers over his head. Better, much better.
Once all the food was eaten and Barty had had some quiet time to relax and maybe stress out a little less, the Master waited to see if he'd get a reaction. And when he didn't get anything besides a blanket to gauge reactions from, he exhaled loudly and started to move.
Clambering onto the bed, the Master flopped vaguely onto what he was guessing was maybe Barty's legs and rested himself there, sprawling out with his hood pulled on for extra comfort. Hopefully Barty would be better soon and they could forget about this.
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Mostly because they deserved it. "Are you angry? Why? That's not your future."
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"I'm fine."
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It was an odd feeling really. "Or at least warn me before you shoot me because I can't regenerate like this. I can't! I'd just get stuck, bleeding, dying, leaking all my energy. So say."
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He turned around and considered the Master, at the same time putting his wand away. "I wouldn't kill you. You should know that. You're all I have."
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"You could have more if you wanted to have more. If you don't want to be with me or you have a better idea, say it," the Master suggested as he dropped onto the floor, biscuits in hand. "Regardless, you'll never find company as endearingly charming as mine."
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"This hasn't shown me anything new. But some things I'd prefer not to be reminded of." Maybe that was enough of an explanation. Whatever. He finally just headed to the bed anyway, sitting down on it and looking at his hands.
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Gulping down his mouthful, he wiped his face on his dirty hoodie sleeve and looked up at Barty. In that moment, he did look genuinely unsure, like he wanted to do something for Barty but he didn't know what. So, instead of saying anything else, he shoved more biscuits into his mouth.
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Barty glanced at the Master and lifted an eyebrow, deciding that propriety was hardly a problem here and finally just dropping onto the bed, eyes closing as he completely threw any pretense at dignity into the wind and pulled the covers over his head. Better, much better.
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Clambering onto the bed, the Master flopped vaguely onto what he was guessing was maybe Barty's legs and rested himself there, sprawling out with his hood pulled on for extra comfort. Hopefully Barty would be better soon and they could forget about this.