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Harley is sitting cross-legged on a random Nexus couch today. She has found a pamphlet from the Pokémart and is looking through some of the Pokémon that could be adopted and trained.

She seems in a good mood today. Twirling her hair, as she reads the pamphlet. And there is a huge bag of caramel popcorn at her side.

"If you could have any kind of pet, what kind of animal or creature would you have?"

"What do you think qualifies as being a suitable pet owner?"

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"They are digital?" Huh. Harley looks at her pamphlet again.

She then nudges him playfully. "Pretty good idea, scary handsome genius."

"Well the ones in my universe are."

He smirks softly. She reminds him so much of Susan sometimes. Rose and Bill other times... He sighs.

"Well, it was served as quite the distraction. I was in a head office. Just needed access to a computer."

"You have a lot of unique adventures, dontcha?" Harley smiles.

"I travel across the whole of space and time. You think I do that for no reason?"

Honestly, he thought he had been over this. Maybe not.

"I betcha you have seen a lot of strange and unusual creatures." Harley smiled.

'I have. But what's that got to do with pokemon?"

Just because he's a bit more himself today, doesn't mean humans are any less confusing.

"Nothing. But it has everything to do with my question. If you were the type to have a pet, what would you have?"

"No idea. Never had a pet. Closest is the TARDIS, but most days, I think I'm her pet."

He's reply is casual. Clearly not just making an answer up. Though maybe he is making up the answer, because sometimes he does that.

"Ya'know, I would like to meet your TARDIS, someday."

He looks over at her and smirks.

"Well, maybe someday that can be arranged."

"Ya'know, they say that someday is not a day of the week." She winks.

"But 'day' ends everyday of the week."

He grins back. His puns are so bad.

"So ya' eaten today?" She changes topic randomly. No reason needed.

He runs his hands through his hair and blows are through his lips.

"I'm a Time Lord Harley, I don't need to eat everyday."

In other words, no.

"So I can take you out for lunch. Neat." She will continue to randomly feed him.

He rolls his eyes, but is mostly amused.

"You really enjoy taking care of me, don't you?"

Not that he minds so much now. She had been right, a night of rest had helped quite a bit. The regeneration energy still pulses through him, but it's not as urgent or impulsive as it had been. It's... manageable.

"Yep."

Harley leans in, and nudges him again. "But don't worry. That doesn't make you my pet. Just a dear, dear friend."

This time, he catches her arm to wrap it around his own. Partly to give her the touch she wants and partly to prevent her from giving him the hug he doesn't want.

"How did I manage that, then? Because people don't normally say that about me."

Harley wasn't planning on hugging him this time. But she will gladly wrap her arm around his waist.

"Hard to say. My qualifications for friendship is not that extensive..."

He'll even allow for the arm around the waist, this time. For now.

"Ah, low standards. That explains it."

He's only partly joking. Really, he's not that good of a friend. Sure he'll save your life, but usually your life is in danger because of him.

"More like... I just open my heart to a lot of people." Harley shrugs.

He looks at her for a long moment, a little in shock and then pulls a hand down his face.

"After everything you've been through..."

That's one of the things he loves about the human race. It's what keeps him going, why he saves them time and again.

"Hey... I am a survivor." She winks.

He offers a tiny smile. But it's sad somehow. Forgive him, there are parts of this paused regeneration that still make him sentimental.

"Yes. You are. But have you ever lived?"

"Lived? Whatcha mean?"