4 Works by PhoenixDragon in Doctor Who RPF
Maybe that was why he was throwing on his robe, fumbling with the sash as he half-walked, half-ran on padded feet to the one place he knew Matt would seek solitude. It hurt that he still did that, but Arthur knew he had no right to push for him to stop. Arthur made the rules. All Matt could do was follow them.
Arthur nudged him, raising his voice to be heard over the crowd around them, his poke hard enough to almost spill Matt’s lager. He didn’t seem to notice that (much less Matt’s scowl), as he was staring down at the pages of the revised script for episode two; and why the fuck did he bring that with him to the pub of all places?
The small cluster of admirers/spongers gawped at him, completely under the spell he had been steadily weaving for half an hour. Arthur didn't know whether to smack him or drag him out of there before there was a riot, but he was half tempted to believe every word Matt said himself. And he knew better.
Fandoms: Doctor Who RPF
12 May 2012
There was nothing about Alex Kingston that could be mistaken for anyone else.