The Doctor’s eyebrows raised very slightly at the sound of his name, the voice catching his attention perhaps more so than the mention of his name. He looked up from the book he’d been reading (attempting to read, more the like), spotting Reinette right away. Closing the book, he gave a small smile, “Reinette. Hello, there. C’mon in, if y’like.”
So he was almost definitely not her Doctor. No, it was more than just the eyes; it was all of him. The way he held himself, his expression upon hearing her voice; it almost definitely wasn’t what the Doctor she knew would answer.
She didn’t reply for a moment or two. Was he older? Was he a completely different person? Either explanation made sense; you never knew with the man.
The Doctor’s smile grew very slightly as he continued to watch her, “It’s, ah… Been a long time since I’ve seen you. How long’s it been for you then? When did you see me last?”
'Course I am.. Okay, I mean. I'm always okay.
//NO WAIT I NEED MY INTERNET NOOO :c
"It’s considered protection because of who I am dealing with,” he answered quickly, “Because I don’t care how reformed you are right now. Don’t you understand that? You turned into that monster once. You can turn into him again,” he said, keeping his voice as low as he could as his eyes looked back to him. Why was it so hard for anyone to understand this bloody concept!?
He didn’t even break free from the Interfector of his own will. He only turned right again after the TARDIS took his memories away. He wouldn’t have even been standing there having this conversation if it weren’t for that fact, so why was it so hard to believe that he couldn’t revert right back into that monster?
"I don’t want her around you when you decide being the Doctor, being ‘Custy’, is no longer good enough for you anymore!” he said, his voice raised again. But he couldn’t help it; his anger at that moment wouldn’t allow him to speak at a volume any lower.
The Doctor was foolish to think Tenth would just go back on his decision with a few words like that. Hopeful, but foolish. He knew this was something that had the chance to be completely permanent. As much as he didn’t want to accept that. But he was running out of options…
"Please," he started, features slowly forming into pained sadness as he looked away. "I am begging you.. Please give her memories back. Please… I need her...” Swallowing, he looked back up to his younger self, pathetic as he knew it was of him to be begging like this, “Just please..”