The Repairman adjusted his stance a bit. He hadn’t really thought about it.
“Friends? …Yes. Close? …No. I travel too often for that.”Well… EXCUSE me, Mr. Repairman!
The Repairman was taken aback by this reaction. How was this a shock to this Doctor variant?
“What? It’s hard to bond when you’re always on the move and usually working! You, of all people, should-”
The ink splotch paused. He suddenly remembered that the equine he was talking to, while a committed traveler, had a wife and child. How did he manage that kind of relationship?
Must be that box of hammerspace he carries around, the Repairman decided. Easier to carry and maintain friends with a mode of transport. Yes, that was it. He should get a vehicle of his own sometime. He didn’t really need it, but potential companions might.
The Repairman cleared his throat.
“…Maybe I SHOULD branch out more.”
Siblings-a-Fixin' 