[ Hugs are, verifiably, an amazing comfort. Clara's always been tactile; touch grounds her, makes her feel less like she isn't endlessly falling. Meeting Red's gaze once they pull back, she lets out a soft breath. ]
Somehow, I needed saving again. Twice. Please say you did better than me.
[ Clara remembers the Doctor insisting he had to go back inside. She'd wanted to tell him not to, that he couldn't go back. She hadn't because her friends were in there too. He'd run back into the tower, and she remembers seeing him later, limping; now Clara wonders if Red saw him inside—she asked the Doctor what happened, and he'd artfully avoided the topic. ]
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Somehow, I needed saving again. Twice. Please say you did better than me.
[ Clara remembers the Doctor insisting he had to go back inside. She'd wanted to tell him not to, that he couldn't go back. She hadn't because her friends were in there too. He'd run back into the tower, and she remembers seeing him later, limping; now Clara wonders if Red saw him inside—she asked the Doctor what happened, and he'd artfully avoided the topic. ]