Clara slammed the door behind her and saw Emily waiting for her, arms folded, looking away.
"Sorry about that," Clara said, pulling on her leather jacket. "I have to tell him to not follow me, other wise, you know, he will."
"I heard," said Emily, half smiling. "Existential crisis?" she raised an eyebrow, "what the fuck is that?"
"I really don't know," Clara sighed, straightening her collar and picking at her hair, "I just tend to spout this sort of stuff out once I'm on a roll, you know?" Clara went to stand next to her, "so where am I taking you? It's just, I have no idea where we're going, so..."
"This way," Emily strode off, lighting a cigarette, leaving her to catch up.
"So how's your course going?" said Clara, testing the water. "Enjoying it?"
"Yeah, I guess," said Emily, noncommital, "the facilities here are excellent, it's good." She blew out smoke.
"Good, I'm glad to hear that," Clara said awkwardly, she lowered her head and sighed to herself. "You are not going to make this easy for me, are you?"
"No, of course I'm fucking not," snapped Emily, taking a drag on her cigarette, "you left me without a word for two weeks, how would you feel if that was me doing that to you?" She folded her arms and continued walking through a built up recreation area.
Clara paused for a minute, thinking of when the Doctor had left her for weeks on end without so much as a word. "I'd be very angry, and upset, hurt, pissed off... wondering if it was worth it..."
"Really?" said Emily, sarcastically. "I'm glad you can grasp how I'm feeling."
"I just want to make it up to you," said Clara. "I just don't know if I can. I know exactly how this feels, trust me, I do, and it is unbearable."
"It is unbearable," nodded Emily. "It has been unbearable."
"I'm sorry, I don't know how many more times I can say that to you before you understand," Clara said, louder than she intended.
"I haven't done anything wrong," said Emily, pausing to inhale her cigarette and then blew it out, "you can apologise all you like."
"This is not a good idea, is it?" said Clara, stopping walking. "We are just going to end up spitting venom at each other, aren't we?"
Emily stopped a few paces ahead of her to stub out her cigarette and throw it away. She didn't turn around, "so that's it, is it?"
"What?" said Clara.
"You're just going to walk away, are you?" said Emily, turning to face her, six feet away.
"Of course not," said Clara, "that is the last thing I want to do."
"So?" said Emily.
"We're both upset, maybe this is not the best time to do this," Clara folded her arms and looked to the ground quickly.
"The longer this drags on the worse it is going to be for both of us," said Emily. "Make a fucking decision. Are you coming with me or are you walking away?"
"I'm not walking away," Clara shouted.
"Good," snapped Emily.
They looked at each other for thirty seconds, arms folded, trying to read each other's facial expressions. Clara initially was trying to convey anger, but then knew she only wanted to do one thing, kiss her. Emily's features were unreadable other than the fact she was angry, but they were beginning to twist into something different.
"So are you just going to fucking stand there, or what?" said Emily, still stood with her arms folded.
Clara moved towards Emily cautiously, tightening her folded arms, creasing her eyebrows, tilting her head. Emily stayed put, watching her approach. Clara got within a foot of Emily and reached out for her waist, grabbing the pockets of her grey coat and pulling them towards her. She went to kiss Emily gently on the cheek before pulling away.
"Hang on," said Clara, "have we just agreed to something?"
"I think so," said Emily, unexpectedly kissing Clara on the lips. It was an urgent angry kiss, conveying two weeks worth of missed contact, and eight weeks worth of waiting. Clara wasn't quite sure how long they had been there for when she pulled away to wipe away a single tear that had escaped from the side her left eye with her left index finger.
"You really are angry with me," said Clara, letting out a small laugh, "aren't you?"
"Yes," nodded Emily, using the right sleeve of her coat to wipe away several large tears away from her face, smudging her makeup.
"I hate..." said Clara, wiping away a stray dot of mascara from Emily's face with her thumb. "I didn't think I could feel any worse, but now I do."
"Fuck's sake," said Emily, looking to the sky, "I said I wouldn't do this."
"Do what?" said Clara, dabbing her eye with the corner of her palm.
"Any of... this," she said, eyes still upwards, "I told you I don't want to be fucked about."
"I am really trying not to." Clara went in to hug her tightly, resting her face into Emily's neck. She wiped away another tear, "I need tissues," she sighed.
"Me too," said Emily, laughing sadly. "Katie is going to fucking kill me."
"Katie... your sister?" said Clara.
"She told me to tell you to fuck off," Emily laughed once as they stood hugging still. She sniffed quietly.
"Should I be expecting a visit any time soon?" Clara asked, smiling.
"I wouldn't bet against it," Emily said, smirking.
"What do we do now?" said Clara, moving away from her. "I need to sort my face out." She wiped away another stray tear, "I don't usually cry like this," she lied. She cried most outings with the Doctor, but this was different.
Emily nodded silently to herself, taking Clara's hand in hers began walking back in the direction they had come.
"I guess breakfast is a bust then?" Clara asked.
"Yeah," said Emily.