He’s not her Doctor anymore; the gangly, energetic, tousle-haired man in the tweed jacket and bowtie is gone. He’s still tall, but older, grey haired, craggy-featured, with eyebrows that seem to have a personality all their own, and piercing eyes that could surely cut through solid steel.
It’s not just his looks that have changed, though that’s jarring enough. His cheery, cheeky old personality is gone, replaced by… a grouch.
Clara doesn’t think she likes this new Scottish-accented version of her old friend. He’s impatient, tactless, and definitely not a hugger.
But he needs her.
Maybe he’ll grow on her.