The Doctor is the sort to just do things, whether they're necessarily wanted or asked for, especially when it means helping another in some way. It has, of course, put him in trouble at times when he thinks he knows best. It's never with ill intent that he pushes forward his 'well I'm just going to do this because you need it' attitude, but intent isn't always worth anything at all in the end.
At least this time, he feels reasonably sure anyone in Arthur's state would appreciate fresh, clean clothes. Where other resources are a bit hit or miss, there is at least plenty of clothing. For now; like everything. From the linen closet, he gathers some trousers, a warm flannel overshirt, listening to Arthur all the while.
Just before he's grabbed socks, he hears occasionally even alive and while it's all interesting, that in particular grabs at him, and he pokes his head swiftly around the corner, eyes narrowing in scrutiny for a moment. He says nothing, disappears behind the corner, pauses a few seconds, then looks at him again. He repeats it only one more time before finally returning to Arthur with a pile of clothing.
"You wouldn't be the first to have arrived here having died before. Quite a few were brought here on the brink of death, literally the last gasp before the end, or right after the end. But as far as I'm aware, you're the only other I've met who's died more than once before." He tugs a little at his bowtie, fidgeting. The only other, he says, offering not much else in the way of explanation. "It is desperately inconvenient."
Dying, that is. He almost adds, isn't it but look he's learning. Sometimes he remembers not to stick his foot in his mouth before he actually does it. It's not that any of the times he's died have actually been pleasant, it's not that at all, it's only that he leans into nonchalance as a first reaction about it, at least as it pertains to him. He's practiced at hiding things, particularly deeper emotions about himself. He also doesn't want to detract from what Arthur's shared about himself, as he's quite interested.
"So not your first go 'round with entities like this — we're all a bit in luck to have your expertise, I'm only sorry this seems to be a repeat of sorts for you. Yours, though, it wasn't — devouring the essence of living people?"
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At least this time, he feels reasonably sure anyone in Arthur's state would appreciate fresh, clean clothes. Where other resources are a bit hit or miss, there is at least plenty of clothing. For now; like everything. From the linen closet, he gathers some trousers, a warm flannel overshirt, listening to Arthur all the while.
Just before he's grabbed socks, he hears occasionally even alive and while it's all interesting, that in particular grabs at him, and he pokes his head swiftly around the corner, eyes narrowing in scrutiny for a moment. He says nothing, disappears behind the corner, pauses a few seconds, then looks at him again. He repeats it only one more time before finally returning to Arthur with a pile of clothing.
"You wouldn't be the first to have arrived here having died before. Quite a few were brought here on the brink of death, literally the last gasp before the end, or right after the end. But as far as I'm aware, you're the only other I've met who's died more than once before." He tugs a little at his bowtie, fidgeting. The only other, he says, offering not much else in the way of explanation. "It is desperately inconvenient."
Dying, that is. He almost adds, isn't it but look he's learning. Sometimes he remembers not to stick his foot in his mouth before he actually does it. It's not that any of the times he's died have actually been pleasant, it's not that at all, it's only that he leans into nonchalance as a first reaction about it, at least as it pertains to him. He's practiced at hiding things, particularly deeper emotions about himself. He also doesn't want to detract from what Arthur's shared about himself, as he's quite interested.
"So not your first go 'round with entities like this — we're all a bit in luck to have your expertise, I'm only sorry this seems to be a repeat of sorts for you. Yours, though, it wasn't — devouring the essence of living people?"