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“To be or not to be, that is the question…” “At what point does brilliant just become really, really self-indulgent?” the Doctor asked, his voice a muffled grumble. You shushed him without looking at him. He seemed to sink into his trench coat, the collar rising to his chin, his body scrunching into one very sulky ball. “Whether ‘tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune…” The Doctor snorted. “I’ll give him relatability. Definitely one for suffering right now.” You ignored him, and his eyes narrowed as they scanned your face. Enrapt