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Jamie shuffled slowly into the room, a mug pressed firmly against his chest. His face was scrunched up into a yawn, the heel of one hand rubbing against his eyes, and he ambled blindly into the room, his footsteps muffled by his fuzzy slippers. The Doctor could have sworn those had been his slippers, once upon a time. Jamie must have carried them out with him one morning, and never gotten around to returning them. He should have been irritated by the thought, surely. It certainly shouldn’t have warmed his chest. “Hello,” Jamie mumbled at last, blinking sleepily up at the Doctor. “Did I wake ye?” Given a few more moments, he might have – but Jamie didn’t need to know that. “Ah – certainly not.” Pushing himself up a little higher, the Doctor rolled his shoulders, easing out the stiffness in his back. “Hello, Jamie.” A few months into their travels, Jamie has made a habit of visiting the Doctor's room after a nightmare. The Doctor wonders just what it means for them to find comfort in each other.