Oi, I'll have you know my piloting skills are perfectly fine, thank you! I'd like to see you fly a Type-40 on your own. [He immediately wags a finger at him.] And that isn't an invitation.
[After locking the TARDIS up nice and tight--and momentarily wishing his shoes weren't made of canvas--he slips his key deep into his pocket and turns to his current companion. Right at that point, however, the Doctor notices the change in Narvin's tone of voice--and then it hits him why. And he actually feels sorry for the coordinator. It's odd for him to think about a time when he hasn't felt that empty, gaping hole; the fact that he's gotten used to it is somewhat unsettling.]
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[After locking the TARDIS up nice and tight--and momentarily wishing his shoes weren't made of canvas--he slips his key deep into his pocket and turns to his current companion. Right at that point, however, the Doctor notices the change in Narvin's tone of voice--and then it hits him why. And he actually feels sorry for the coordinator. It's odd for him to think about a time when he hasn't felt that empty, gaping hole; the fact that he's gotten used to it is somewhat unsettling.]
Narvin... Do you really want to know?