[He grabs her mug reflexively when it's thrust into his hands, and stares at it just a moment as if bewildered how it got there.
And... well. This is not something he can ever help. Arguing with himself usually just makes things worse, even when he's trying to help. It can only be worse with the atmosphere making everyone angry and inclined to snappishness.
So, he makes the logical decision to slip out while they're having their row, setting Rose's mug on a convenient table as he passes it with a quiet *click*. There are other things he should be doing, now that he's made sure Eleven is ok.]
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And... well. This is not something he can ever help. Arguing with himself usually just makes things worse, even when he's trying to help. It can only be worse with the atmosphere making everyone angry and inclined to snappishness.
So, he makes the logical decision to slip out while they're having their row, setting Rose's mug on a convenient table as he passes it with a quiet *click*. There are other things he should be doing, now that he's made sure Eleven is ok.]