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[the ever-immaculate Master now looks rather dishevelled, so of course he's taking the moment to try to straighten his clothing out]

...He won't stop petting me.

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How much do you really know about who Sam Tyler is in 2006? He could be a regular patron down on Canal Street for all you know.

[glaaaaaaaaares] I don't give a shit what he did back there, because it doesn't matter anymore. He's here and this is all that bloody makes any sense and he's not that much of a poofter, you damned div!

Aww, you really care for him, don't you? But the thing, is, his being in your year doesn't make sense. He doesn't belong there. People who are out of time eventually find themselves back in their proper places; it's the natural order of things. Eventually, your Sam will go back where he belongs, 2006. So I wouldn't care as much as you seem to, if I were you. You'll only be abandoned in the end.

I said shove it, faerie-boy. Tyler's not going anywhere.

Now that's just naive. Sam Tyler will go home, whether or not you like it. I'd advise getting a good snog in before he goes, seeing as you're repressed and all, but don't let it go any further; he shouldn't lead you on when he's only going to leave you in the dirt.

I don't want to snog Tyler, you div! And he's not going anywhere! This is where he belongs and he damn well knows it!

I hope you're only lying to me, as ineffectual as it is, and not decieving yourself as well. Have you ever really asked him where he thinks he belongs, Gene? Ever said, "'ey, Tyler! You realise that you belong with me, with CID, right?"

Because he won't answer 'yes.' He knows that he can't stay with you and he won't lie to you about that.

You don't know a damn thing, so you can blow it out your arse. You don't know Tyler, don't know this team. Talk all you want, you annoying git, it won't change a damn thing. I don't make a habit of listening to swine.

And here I was thinking you talked yourself up all the time.

Ask him, if you're so unafraid. Or cling to false security, if you really want. The fallout will be fun to observe either way.

I'm not afraid. I'm never afraid. And when he says he's staying here, where he belongs? I'll make you eat those words of yours, you bleedin' nonce bastard.

[this would be a seriously evil, amused, 'your delusions bring me pleasure at the thought of them all crashing down' laugh]

I look forwards to dinner, then, Guv.

Sod off. [flips him off and drops from the plane, huffing]

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