At first he may not be very receptive, curling up on one side but giving no other reaction. He's comfortable, warm and having a very good sleep, whatever it is that wants his attention can surely wait a little longer.

It is the smell of the tea that causes him to crack open an eyelid, peering at the proffered drink. At first he wans't quite sure how to react, not that he didn't very muhc appreciate the gesture, it's simply that his head was far too fuzzy to connect that the tea was, in fact, for him.

Blinking again, he moves to stare at it a bit more closely, one hand reaching out and eventually drinking it to his lips.

That smile? That very content smile? Is a sign of approval.

Don't mind if he hasn't quite noticed Five himself yet, he will, as soon as he wakes up a little more.

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There's even a light chuckle from the Fifth Doctor as the other one seems to be rather hesitant to his urgings. Ha, so the older would get a taste of his own medicine, he would!

When the tea is taken, he waits for a few moments before running is fingers through the other's hair again. He's in a good mood, Eight, be lucky.

"You're sleeping late now, aren't you?"

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He's in the middle of draining the tea when he feels those hands move against his hair and it causes him to stop, set the tea down and just stare at the younger male.

This, of course, was not a bad stare, more of a 'Huh, when did you get here?' stare that will turn into a 'Why didn't you tell me you were here sooner so that I might cling and use you as a pillow' stare.

Which he promptly does.

"I think," he mumbles sleepily as his head comes to rest against the blond Doctor's lap, eyes closing again. "I think I woke up just in time."

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The look on the other male's face gives reason for a bit of laughter, but he keeps it to himself. Five is a little surprised as the Eighth's head finds his lap immediately, but his hands will push through light curls either way.

"Perhaps, but you should also consider staying up." And the blond will shift a little bit, proving to be a wreckless sort of pillow.

"You can't sleep the bloody day away." Not that Five has any room to talk, but, well, y'know..

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The hands in his hair will earn a contented sigh and do nothing to coax him into getting up. He's warm and now with the Fifth right here, he's more comfortable than he had ever been.

"Stoppit," he grumbles, turning to his other side and wrapping arms around the Fifth's middle. "Not allowed t'move."

Yawning, he snuggles against the other, shaking his head. "Mmhm, jus' watch me."

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A sigh.

"C'mon then, get up." He'll urge softly once more, even as the arms come to encircle his waist. Really, he wants wake the other male, have him up and getting dressed, but the sleepy mumbles are rather hard to resist.

Shifting about, he'll lay back on the bed with a soft sigh. It was nice to lay back down, though. "I'll have you up, yet. Even I myself have to drag you out."

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There's a triumphant grin as the younger one leans back and he moves so he can snuggle close to the male's side, nuzzling the crook of his neck a moment before settling down, head on his chest.

"I'll get up," he starts, one arm being draped around the other. "Just not now. I'm comfortable and warm and you're already here, so my usual motivation for movement have become null and void."

Yes Five, you're going to have to think of something very convincing if you want him to move any time within the next fifty years or so.

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At the neck nuzzle, he tilts his head so that he might drop a kiss to the other's temple.

"I can very well move, if you'd like me to." Five offers, grinning and already knowing the answer. He can't help that his arms come around the older Doctor, pulling him a little closer.

Five isn't sure he really wants to think of anything too convincing, narration. So they'll be just fine.

"We've talked about this whole pillow thing, you know..."

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The mention of moving makes his grasp go just a little tighter and he shakes his head, not saying anything but looking up at the other briefly. he'll pick his head up for just a moment, long enough to press a kiss against his jaw, before settling down again.

The narration is perfectly fine with this, since if he had, it would surely get blamed and nobody wants that.

"Did we?" An innocent smile. "I don't seem to recall this conversation, so whatever it is that you said mustn't have been anything of particular importance."

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Five rolls his eyes and presses his nose to the other's hair, laughing a little bit. "I knew you had a bit of amnesia, but really, that was just perfectly placed, wasn't it?"

There's a kiss dropped to the other's hair before he pulls away and sighs, hugging the older Doctor again.

"You will have to get up eventually, you know. You've got Kitty roaming about here somewhere all by herself and I have to go tend to my own TARDIS..."

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"Kitty's Kitty, she can take care of herself and if not, The TARDIS can."

A yawn before he continues. "As for you, I find it funny that you think I'm gonna let you leave."

Pressing himself up against the other, he wants it noted that there's very little chance of the younger Doctor escaping without the help of a crowbar or the motivation to just drag him a long like a tumor dead weight.

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"How nice of you, Doctor. Leave your little companion to fend for herself!" There's a look of feigned disgust on his face but it doesn't seem to last very long at all.

Rolling his eyes, he shifts to become a little more comfortable, especially as the other presses against him. "Delightful."

But arms seem to welcome the man, hands even lifting to rub at his back softly, affectionately.

Oh yes, you have Five in a good mood today. But be careful, he hasn't quite had his own tea yet, so he will be quick to turn!

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There is a light poke given to the male's stomach in retaliation. "I'm not leaving her on her own, I'm merely demonstrating that I trust her enough to keep out of trouble."

The hands against his back make him grow quiet though and soon enough, eyes are slipping closed again. Oh, this was just fantastic, he really did have no reason at all to move now.

"You're brilliant," he'll mutter into the other's chest after a moment. "And warm. Brilliant and warm."

Oh Five, you have him entirely at your mercy.

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Five shifts only slightly as the poke to the stomach is given. He's rather ticklish (believe it or not) so this sends a bit of discomfort.

"When your TARDIS blows up, please don't whine to my next regeneration, as I won't appreciate it, because I most certainly told you so."

Smiling warmly to the other male, he continues to rub lightly at his back with one hand, while the other directs the older Doctor's chin up so that a quick, very light kiss might be brushed against lips.

because really, neither Five nor the narration can help themselves.

"Your tea is getting cold, you know."

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Eight, who had mostly forgotten about that little fact until now, stores the bit of information away for later. If he hadn't been so comfortable, he would have surely explored this reaction further but right now Five was spared.

"honestly? Our Sixth isn't one I would go complainging to. He's uhm...A little unstable on occasion."

for a brief moment he wears a look of confusion as the younger one urges his head upwards but contentment soon overrides anything else as the kiss is given. Giving one of his own before the other can pull away entirely, he nuzzles lightly at the male.

'"It is, isn't it?" Eyes move to stare at the abandoned cup and he wished desperately that it was just a little closer. Alas, it was not and he reluctantly disentangles himself looking a bit dissatisfied until the cup reaches his lips.

Tea? Good. Five? Good. He can certainly be content with this situation for a long time.

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"Well, that's reassuring. I'm glad I have much to look forward to."

Right now, Five is perhaps the happiest he's been in a good while. Many things have plagued his mind, so it's good to have just a relaxing moment that doesn't require much acting on his part.

It's a large relief, really, to be in the other's company. He can act as he wishes and know he won't get reprimanded for it.

So when Eight is sitting up for tea? He'll shift around and wrap his arms around the other's middle from behind, hugging him almost possesively, even resting his chin against the other's shoulder.

He closes his eyes and presses a light kiss to the other's neck.

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"Well you do get to look forward to being me!"

This feeling, the one of relief and relaxation, is mirrored within himself. As much as he may attempt to appear comfortable in whatever surroundings he's put in, Eight finds that there's nothing quite like being with his younger self. It's a time when he lets his guard down, when he knows he won't be looked to when a decision that might change worlds arises.

The arms around his middle throw him off just a little. Not in a bad way of course, he's delighted to have the blond close once more, but it certainly wasn't expected.

"You know," he starts, tilting his head to the side so that his neck may be exposed a bit more. "You're not making it very easy for me to finish my tea." Please not this is certainly not a complaint, merely an observation.

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A lazy smile finds its way to his lips as the other male begins to speak again. He can't help but give a light nuzzle to the other's neck as he exposes it moreso, merely taking in the warmth, the feel heartsbeats... he's so very glad in this moment that the other is still there.

Part of him vaguely feared that when he returned from Gallifrey, that somehow, someway, everything he loved would be gone. Yet to find the Eighth still around was a large comfort.

He's masking some of the sorrow and relief that would surely be pouring off of him if he wasn't careful, but even the other eases some of that. Another quick kiss to his neck.

"Perhaps it isn't easy, but you still very well can do it, can't you? Or I could help you with it." Because any sort of tea was just fine with Five. "I can let you go if you'd like."

Even though somewhere, he was hoping he'd be allowed to hold the other just a little longer.

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The nuzzle makes him melt just a little more, sighing softly and moving so that he can drop a quick kiss to the blond's hair. He loved moments like this, moments where it was the younger Doctor who sought out the contact, where he was the one getting huggednuzzledkissedloved....

Eyes shut and he turns his head, nuzzling at the other once more. He wants to take him in as much as he can, remember all those pretty little details about him that age and distance can make him forget.

At the offer of help, Eight just laughs. "I think I can manage on my own but it was very sweet of you to offer." Even so, he's shifting just slightly so that he might press the cup against the younger one's lips because, in his mind, a good cup of tea was always something to be shared.

No worries, he wants nothing to do with any of this 'letting' go' business that the other speaks f for he is more than perfectly content where he is.

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Five doesn't want to admit that he really sort of needs this contact, needs to know that everything around him is very much real. That this, at least this around him would survive, would still be here when he woke after dreaming of so much destruction.

He presses his face against the other's neck again, eyes closing tightly and arms strengthening their hold just faintly. He calms down quickly, though as the other speaks again and there is a small laugh, "I thoght it was sweet as well." He'll tease, but is pleasantly surprised by the teacup. He takes a small sip and smiles, "I do think your tea is my second favorite. It's an interesting taste."

Five is grateful for the fact that the other doesn't mind his hold. And the Eighth is even slightly rewarded with a few neck kisses again because it is indeed the easiest place for his lips to find. Oh, look! There might even be one to the ear now, too.

Soak it in, Eight, because this is a rare sight, indeed!

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He knows what that's like, knows what it feels like to wake up, the sight of fires engulfing civilizations and the universe trembling at yet another loss still playing in your mind's eye as you seek out something, anything, to remind you that you're still alive. Still a survivor.

He also knows that sometimes, knowing that you were the one to still be around can bring on even more hurt.

But he doesn't know that these kinds of thoughts are the ones floating in his younger self's head. Oh sure, he knows that something seems a little wrong, for even though he loves the contact, it is certainly not in the younger one's nature, but he certainly doesn't connect it to such things.

Feeling the other tighten his grip, he gives the male a curious look. Letting one hand drop down to rest atop one of the other's, he'll give it a light squeeze and a reassuring smile. "Only second," he pouts just slightly. "Well, I suppose I can deal with that. After all, it will eventually rise to the top of the list." And he finishes off the cup, abandoning it yet again on the nightstand.

Even if in some deep dark part of his mind, he did mind, there was no way that he did once those kisses were given. Really, it isn't hard to please him, a few kisses here, a cup of tea there and he's yours.

Or maybe that's just the case with Five. Does it really matter at this point?

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Part of Five curses the moment he catches that curious look, the moment he feels that squeeze on his hand or sees that reassuring smile. He hadn't meant for anything to slip out, for the other to feel anything he might have buried within him.

He pushes the thoughts out of mind either way and loosens his grip again, allowing his smile to fall into place. "Once I'm you it will," He'll remark and press yet another kiss to the Eighth's cheek this time. "But I much prefer my tea, thank you. But at least you still have the sense to put a bit of honey in it."

The narration doesn't seem to think it matters, so all is well in the universe. For now, anyway. As Five has an Eight, and in his mind, that is all that matters.

"Would you want to go for a walk outside today? If it isn't too cold, that is?" If not, he'd be content with staying inside as well.

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The grip loosening strikes him as both a good and bad thing. Good because it could very well be that it's all in his mind and the other is trying to assure him that nothing is wrong. Bad because the other could want him to think it's a bad thing.

Either way he decides that a kiss to the younger one is in order and promptly does just that.

"With age comes wisdom." He's smirking just a little now. "Ah, honey. One of the few constants when it comes to us, eh?" Oh yes, honey seems to be one of those things that's followed the Doctor from the very beginning, not that Eight has any complaints about it.

"A walk," he starts, his interest peaked. "I think a walk would be lovely." A smile ad another kiss. "I think that might just be one of the only ways you could con me into leaving this spot."

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Five does not mind the occasional Eight kiss, no. So he'll readily return the kiss, the hint of a smile still lingering on his lips afterward.

"Ah, but with age, one can become more senile. Is that how you are, Doctor? A senile old Time Lord? Please tell me you will turn into nothing like our First. I'd not be very fond of that, I'm afraid."

Blues will drop to look at the other with curiosity, and he'll smile upon receiving the answer. "Really, now? Well, might I bribe you take a walk with me on his fine morning?"

Again, the kiss is returned, but one of his own is soon to follow, in light of the other's actions before. There's a little shifting about and he reluctantly moves from the other to stand, straightening himself before offering a hand out to the older Doctor.

"Granted, I will need to properly dress myself..." An amused little chuckle.

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"Even if I was, I do think I deserve a bit more respect, do I not? Honour your elders and all that?"

"I think you just might." Although staying in bed the entire day appealed to him more than he could ever explain., Eight has a pathetic fondness for the outdoors, as the other already knew, and winter doesn't last forever, so he had to take advantage of it while he still had the chance!

Taking the offered hand, he rises but doesn't let the other go. "I'm sure there's something here you can change into." He looks down at his own clothing, pyjamas actually, and smiles. "I suppose I'd best go with you, seeing as this isn't exactly proper walking attire."

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