Johnny is startled, almost frightened, by her sudden vehemence. He is acutely aware that he has stumbled into the midst of a dispute far older than he, between two entities he cannot even begin to understand, and it sickens him all the more, knowing something so powerful is out there, wanting to fuck with him.
"He," Johnny begins, though his throat is dry. He swallows and tries again. "I met him here, in... well, a different dream, but in a dream. He took me..." He breaks eye contact, looking at the floor. Nova scoots over to him, and he bends down to pick her up. "Uh, I don't know where he took me, really. Into his own dream, I guess. And he, uh." Tortured. He licks his lips absently, trying to force himself to say the words, to tell her. Nova nuzzles close against him.
He picks up from a different tack. "I don't know why, he just... decided he wanted to pick on me, I guess, like why not." And then he tortured me. Why can't he say it? "He went in my head and just... tried to mess it up, I guess. More than it already is."
He swallows again. There it is, hard in his throat, the urge to break down, but he won't let that happen, in front of Jodie was bad enough, the first time he saw the TARDIS, he cried then too, and before this it had been years, like twenty fucking years, since he cried, he's not doing it again, not again.
Nova peeks out at the TARDIS. "We saw him again in the real world," she volunteers. She frowns, inasmuch as her rabbit face will allow it. "He's an asshole," she declares.
cw post traumatic stress disorder???
"He," Johnny begins, though his throat is dry. He swallows and tries again. "I met him here, in... well, a different dream, but in a dream. He took me..." He breaks eye contact, looking at the floor. Nova scoots over to him, and he bends down to pick her up. "Uh, I don't know where he took me, really. Into his own dream, I guess. And he, uh." Tortured. He licks his lips absently, trying to force himself to say the words, to tell her. Nova nuzzles close against him.
He picks up from a different tack. "I don't know why, he just... decided he wanted to pick on me, I guess, like why not." And then he tortured me. Why can't he say it? "He went in my head and just... tried to mess it up, I guess. More than it already is."
He swallows again. There it is, hard in his throat, the urge to break down, but he won't let that happen, in front of Jodie was bad enough, the first time he saw the TARDIS, he cried then too, and before this it had been years, like twenty fucking years, since he cried, he's not doing it again, not again.
Nova peeks out at the TARDIS. "We saw him again in the real world," she volunteers. She frowns, inasmuch as her rabbit face will allow it. "He's an asshole," she declares.