Unapologetic

He would never admit it, but he didn't actually like his new coat. Still, every time he put it on, a smile played on his lips as he committed his little act of rebellion against his former selves.

He remembered with disgust the random muted colours; the neat way that he could always fade effortlessly into the background; his former self, and his cricket whites.

So he would wear this coat that clashed with everything, because he was the Doctor, and he saved the universe, and he wanted to be acknowledged.

He wasn't going to apologise for being a hero.