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"Why do you want a house?" the Doctor asked, running his hand through his tousled hair.
"Why wouldn't you?" Amy asked, her hands on her hips.
The Doctor knew at that he was in trouble. It was the "I want" line in her forehead, that he could never really deny. Whenever she had that line in her forehead, he wanted to give her everything in the world that she could possibly ever want.
"I hate sitting still." he complained, throwing his body around slightly.
"I hate constant motion." she mimicked him, smiling. "We've gone to so many places but we've never had a place to call home." She walked over to him, placing her hands on his chest.
"I don't sound like that." he said, holding her close. "Besides, the TARDIS is our home."
He looked down at her when she was silent. "What?" he asked, innocently.
She looked completely shocked at his confusion. "Doctor, we can't raise kids in a time machine." she yelled.
"I was raised with time machines." he said in a matter-of-fact voice.
"I CAN SEE THAT!" she yelled.
He was getting angry, she didn't understand.
"AMY, YOU DON'T GET IT! I DON'T AGE! HOW WEIRD WOULD THAT LOOK? I DON'T DO THE DOMESTIC CRAP!" he yelled, while fighting the urge to kiss her. He realized from the look on her face that he said the wrong thing.