Clara stopped him as he started heading for the door. "Wait, can we talk?" She asked, her grip on his wrist loosening.
The Doctor turned towards here as he answered, "What about?"
She let go of his wrist, leaning on the console. "Are you just going to act like what happened back there just didn't happen?" She asked, slightly irritated.
He sighed, wringing his hands together. "Well, I suppose not." He scratched nervously at his jaw. "I'd just really not like to talk about it."
Clara let out an exasperated sigh as she turned away from him, walking around the console. "Yes, just like you don't want to talk about Midnight, or my dad, or practically bloody anything!" She said angrily, spinning to turn towards him.
He was shocked by her sudden outburst, not sure how to respond. He took a tentative step forward, setting a light hand on her shoulder. "Um, I'm sorry?" It came out as more of a question, and he let go of her shoulder under her withering stare. He cleared his throat. "What do you want to talk about then?" He started again.
She sighed again, looking down. She looked back up at him, searching his eyes for anything that showed he was actually going to talk about it. "I was possessed by a demon!" She said. "That was even worse than having a cyber planner in me. I mean at least you have a chance of controlling the cyber planner, but when a demon is in you…" She shook her head, looking away.
"I'm sorry, I never even thought about that." He said, frowning down at her. "Are you okay?"
She nodded her head, looking up at him. "Do you ever think about stuff like that?" She asked, her voice dripping with condemnation. "I mean, is the only thing you ever think about saving people? Do you ever think about how those people are feeling?" They were silent for a moment as Clara watched the Doctor's features, waiting for his answer.
He looked around the room helplessly, averting her gaze. He settled on staring at her shoulder, scratching the back of his head. "Well, I'm not really good with feelings." He said quietly.
"Your bloody bowtie knows you're not good with feelings." She responded.
He frowned at her, and then down to his bowtie. He straightened it and said, "Bowties can't know anything. They're bowties."
She sighed in exasperation, heading towards the door. "You are bloody hopeless."
"Wait, Clara! Where are you going?!" He called after her, following close behind.
"Somewhere away from childish Time Lords that become three year olds when it comes to feelings!" She called back, pulling at the TARDIS doors. She frowned when they remained closed, pulling even harder. "Open the doors you stupid cow!" She yelled angrily to the doors.
"Clara! You'll hurt her feelings!" The Doctor said as he rubbed the console soothingly.
She glared back at him, her eyes piercing. "Yeah, because you care about your stupid box's feeling more than mine!" She said, turning back to the door.
"What am I supposed to do about your feelings?! I don't even know what you're feeling, so how could I help?!"
"What do you think I'm feeling?!" She stopped pulling on the door, turning around to glare at him. "I just got possessed by a demon! I had to watch as she cut you open, not being able to do anything about it! What the hell do you think I'm feeling?!"
He shrugged. "I'd assume sadness, but you're Clara!"
She took a step forward, her glare intensifying. "And what exactly is that supposed to mean?!" She asked, crossing her arms.
"It means that you're complicated! For all I know you could be feeling happiness!"
"Happiness?! Happiness?! Do I look happy to you?!"
"That's the thing, I don't know!"
"Do you not know what a happy person looks like?!"
"Yes, I do, but with you it would be impossible to tell!"
"And what do you mean by that?!" They were in each other's faces now, or nearly, seeing as Clara was a good length shorter than the Doctor.
"I mean, maybe if you didn't hide what you were feeling ninety percent of the time we wouldn't be having this problem!"
"And you're just an open book, aren't you?!"
"Yes! I like to think I am!" The Doctor's glare equaled the intensity of hers as he crossed his own arms.
"You are so ridiculous! You know that?! You are the most locked away person I've ever met, and you think you can talk to me about hiding my emotions?!" She laughed drily. "Yes, because you definitely show what you're feeling 24/7! People would have no problem finding out what you're feeling!" She said sarcastically.
"Oi! I have a reason for locking my feelings away!"
Clara felt like she'd been stabbed in the gut. "And I don't?!" She yelled. They both went silent. Clara took a step back, her eyes glistening. "If your box won't let me out I'll just stay in." She said, walking to the hallway leading to the other rooms of the TARDIS. As she neared it, it suddenly closed. She sighed, kicking it in exasperated anger. "Stupid, meddling, annoying, fat, old, ugly box." She muttered under her breath as she walked back to the TARDIS doors. She pulled on them again, groaning as they didn't budge. She turned around, pressing her back against the TARDIS doors, her eyes shut. She opened them to see the Doctor starting to walk towards her. "Don't. Just don't even get close to me. You know what, don't look at me either." She said coldly, her words causing a pain flow through the Doctor's hearts. He nodded stiffly and turned around. She slid down the door slowly.
Whoa, really short chapter. Sorry about that, but I hope you enjoyed!