Author's Notes:
Written for Challenge 355: Ward at dw100.

Summary: Twelve does not hug; he may not be sure of much, but he’s sure of that…

“I don’t hug,” the Doctor protested, trying to ward of Clara’s determined efforts.

“You’re sure of that? The other you did.”

“I’m not him, he was a different me; this is the new me and yes, I’m quite certain I do not hug.” He backed up another step.

“That’s too bad because I intend to hug you anyway. Everybody needs a hug now and then, even you.” Then Clara’s arms were somehow around the Doctor, and though he’d never admit it, being hugged felt sort of nice.

Perhaps a little bit of his previous self was still there after all.

The End