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I believe it's more that he cannot let go of the memory of his friend and sees the Master through eyes blinded by nostalgia. Though ... I suppose I can understand, to an extent. About not choosing who you love.

What a queer little custom. Doesn't that take the meaning out of the whole concept of gift giving?

Dunno, what I saw of it wasn't that blinded. But no, you don't. It just... happens.

I guess, but if it's amongst a group of friends, maybe not. It can be fun, actually.

[frowns] How much do you know of their relationship, Sam Tyler? How much has the Doctor told you of their past? [looks down] So it would seem. One moment he's just an endearing child, the next he is the only thing that matters in all the universe.

And can it? How so?

We spoke about it a bit... What I said about his tainted vision, or lack-there-of, comes from poking about in his head a bit. When he was looking through my mind, I couldn't help but look around a bit myself. [looks at her carefully] Happens just like that, yeah.

Oh, trying to figure out the best gift for someone, guessing at who got you your gift... good for morale, maybe.

[ooc; 'the only thing that matters in all the universe' HI MASTER HOW ARE YOU TODAY? *had to rub that in*]

[blinks at him] He had Contact? With you? Whatever for? What did you see? [fidgets a little uncomfortably] Yes, well. What would you know of it?

[tilts her head] You can tell who got you a gift by what they give?

[ooc: the TARDIS would like to ask you to refrain from calling her the Master, thank you very much. she's making a rather dour face in your general direction. she'd also like to note that, even if they share that similarity, she's far cuter about it]

He's trying to teach me to fight off hypnosis. And I think he's been trying to help me with, uh, some trauma that happened, but that wasn't part of the plan. [again considering her] I love people too, you know.

Not always, but sometimes. Trying to see if you can is part of the fun.

[ooc; blowing up planets and concocting elaborate plans isn't cute?]

Hypnosis? I take it you've had a run-in with the Master, then? Is he the cause of this trauma, or is it something else? [watches him consider her, uncertain] Might I ask who?

Perhaps we should all have a ... Secret Santa? party, then.

[ooc: well! I think it's cute, but she rather vehemently says no, no it's not]

Yea, yeah it is. [looks down, and doesn't look up for the next question] Lots of people. Past girlfriends, good friends. [smiles slightly] Sometimes it just hits you like a two-by-four. A very loud, obnoxious, bigoted two-by-four. Other times it sneaks up on you with a smile and a hand to hold.

...Don't know if that's a good idea. What if you got stuck having to get a present for the Master?

What did he do to you? [watches him, this time, considering] How can you love more than one person so strongly? I don't understand. It is enough loving only one. Even as children, I always favoured the Doctor over the Master and his other friends.

[oh, she grins at that] Quite the contrary, Sam Tyler. Should I be forced to get a gift for the Master, I'd know exactly what to get him.

I don't want to talk about it. [twirls his pen] Love isn't cheapened by having it for more than one person. It's not like.... it's not as if you've only got a certain amount of love in you, and at some point you run out. It's time and energy that are the limiting factors, not love.

[raises an eyebrow]

It can't be any worse than what he has done or will do to me. And if the Doctor is assisting you, perhaps I can help, as well. [keeps watching him] I do not understand how to love others, Sam Tyler. I was fond of certain companions, but ... it was not the same. Is your love the same for all those you care for?

[shrugs, giving him a mischievous look] I see no reason to tell you if you won't tell me what he has done to you.

I'm not playing that game. I just... don't feel like talking about it, all right? [turns the pen over again, then taps the desk with his fingers] No, the love isn't the same for everyone. But it's still love. Just... different love. Every love is different.

Do I have much of a choice? [reaches out and touches his hand, halting the pen tapping] How do you know if it's love, then, and not simply acceptance, or fondness?

[considers for a moment, and then looks up at her with a smile] Gut instinct.

[blinks] I do not understand.

[laughs softly] Coppers instincts, TARDIS. You look at 'em and you go, "Oh, that's love, isn't it?" and the thought of it being love is as natural as breathing. Not saying it's easy, 'cause breathing can be hell at times. Don't know if you know that. And maybe you question it, sometimes. But you know it, right here. [snaps by his forehead, Gene Genie style] That's all I need to know.

I do not breathe, no. [watches him carefully] So you look at others and simply know how you feel? I look at you and think you are a reserved, secretive man who is afraid of more than he cares to admit. Is that the same as knowing love? I know I love the Doctor, for instance, since he first hid inside me while playing with Koschei.

I don't always just know, sometimes it just- [stops, looks at her, frowning] I'm not... 'secretive.' Or afraid. I just... Anyway, judging character isn't the same as knowing your own emotions. [pulls his hand out from under hers, looking down at a page, turning it, and writing something in] It's different. It's harder.

You do not like to talk about yourself. And you are afraid of what the Master did to you. That's why you don't wish to talk about it, isn't it? [frowns, looking down at the page herself, reading what he's writing almost reflexively, storing it away in her memory banks] Why is it so difficult?

Because pointing a finger at someone else is a hell of a lot easier than self-reflection. It's easier to pick someone else apart than see yourself for who you are. And acknowledging your own emotions is part of that.

[thinks about this a moment, looking away, then nods] I see. And yet ... I felt I knew myself well, Sam Tyler, before I began talking with you. Why do I not feel that way now?

Maybe you got a wake-up call. It usually takes another person to force you to acknowledge the things you don't want to be aware of.

I want not to be aware of them, then. I was content before. I do not appreciate what you have done.

[smiles wryly, jotting something down] Guess we're both cowards, then, aren't we?

[narrows her eyes] I am not a coward.