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.”
Yes, maybe you should… I mean, it would also make for more complicating plot lines involving you doing stuff that your mod could- *fourth wall cracks in several places* I’m as bad as Deadpool. I wasn’t even trying.
The Repairman shook his head wearily, hardly noticing the siren light emerging from his head.
If connections led to complications that were anything like the kind the Doctor gave him, he might not even have time to do his job. To be fair, no one was checking, and the idea of new conflicts excited parts of his mind he didn’t even know he had.
But, for now, there was a compulsive vandal he had to respond to, and related business he had to take care of. Complications could wait.
“We will see,” he sighed, digging for his trowel, “we will see.”
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