"Then die your hair. Because if we can't regenerate it doesn't matter what you want, anyway."
Such. Hard. Work. And he has more important things to worry about... Which is what he's thinking about when Ten distracts him with something that looks suspiciously like a Vortex Manipulator.
"So, why can't we use that to get home?"
He had just finished speaking when something in his pocket vibrated. His phone. He had forgotten all about it. It's the He takes it out and starts to look at the message and... well. Yes. Fine. At least his reading speed is still very quick.
"She's got quite the attitude."
Which is all he'll say about that. Now, he's testing the different features because surely his phone can reach the TARDIS. Twelve is doing all of this while Ten is talking about moving from place to place. And just as Ten is talking about "she's not here", Twelve realises that whatever phone this is, isn't actually his phone.
He can't use it to reach the TARDIS. And what Ten said sinks in and he shrugs it off. He'll cry about it later, under the cover of Darkness.
"Well, someone had stolen her from the last place I left her. So this is one less place to look."
No, really, he'll be broken and utterly distraught later. That is a level of mourning that he doesn't share with anyone. Not even himself.
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Such. Hard. Work. And he has more important things to worry about... Which is what he's thinking about when Ten distracts him with something that looks suspiciously like a Vortex Manipulator.
"So, why can't we use that to get home?"
He had just finished speaking when something in his pocket vibrated. His phone. He had forgotten all about it. It's the He takes it out and starts to look at the message and... well. Yes. Fine. At least his reading speed is still very quick.
"She's got quite the attitude."
Which is all he'll say about that. Now, he's testing the different features because surely his phone can reach the TARDIS. Twelve is doing all of this while Ten is talking about moving from place to place. And just as Ten is talking about "she's not here", Twelve realises that whatever phone this is, isn't actually his phone.
He can't use it to reach the TARDIS. And what Ten said sinks in and he shrugs it off. He'll cry about it later, under the cover of Darkness.
"Well, someone had stolen her from the last place I left her. So this is one less place to look."
No, really, he'll be broken and utterly distraught later. That is a level of mourning that he doesn't share with anyone. Not even himself.