The Doctor fell right asleep after a couple of moments of trying to keep consciousness for a little bit longer. Through half opened eyes, he was looking at the Master sleeping on top of him and how peaceful and at rest he was. He hasn’t seen him like that in so long. But of course, sleep claimed him as well and the Doctor slept pretty well for the first time in a while. Maybe it was the fact that he had the Master on him, maybe the fact that the two Time Lords were beginning to trust one another again, maybe the fact that the Doctor was honestly happy in the Master’s company.
He was the first to wake up hours later. At first, the Doctor was still half asleep and was about to sit straight up on the couch but, he then still had the sleeping weight of the Master whose arms were still wrapped tightly around him. He let out a silent yawn as he realized one of his hands were resting on the other’s head. Not to disturb him or anything, the Doctor began to faintly play with the strands once more as another smile came to his lips. He didn’t want to wake the Master up just yet, he knew that he needed the peaceful sleep more.