From where he sat, it was all too easy to see the Doctor and his face lit up with a smile he didn't even know he was showing until he brushed his thumb against his curved-up lips and he ducked his head down to stare at the steps. What did he want?
A settled life. A son. A job to be proud of. Someone to come home to and bitch about the day and have more than just sex and a casual relationship. Someone who was his equal and would talk back. Someone who would understand when he started rambling about psychiatric terms and wouldn't mind rolling up their sleeves to cook a little and let Chase taste it as it went.
He wanted someone who would tease him as he got older with the wrinkles and the cricks and the grey hair, who'd sit there with him while he raised a little girl or boy under his name and just...be there for him, every time he needed someone.
And if the Doctor was his Right Person...
He took a deep, long breath, rubbing a hand over his hair.
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A settled life. A son. A job to be proud of. Someone to come home to and bitch about the day and have more than just sex and a casual relationship. Someone who was his equal and would talk back. Someone who would understand when he started rambling about psychiatric terms and wouldn't mind rolling up their sleeves to cook a little and let Chase taste it as it went.
He wanted someone who would tease him as he got older with the wrinkles and the cricks and the grey hair, who'd sit there with him while he raised a little girl or boy under his name and just...be there for him, every time he needed someone.
And if the Doctor was his Right Person...
He took a deep, long breath, rubbing a hand over his hair.