M!A taking a page from Five’s book, Six is more reserved.
The Doctor felt rather strange. He was becoming more reserved, more like his past self. He wasn’t exactly happy about it, but there was nothing he could do about it. “I’ll just have to bare it I suppose.” He sighed and stepped over to the console, staring at the controls. At least he wasn’t wearing that ridiculous outfit with the celery. It was only two days correct? He could survive being reserved for two days… he hoped. Although, he did become rather neurotic towards the end in his opinion, but this was a new face, he was positive triumph, and he could do it. Reserved didn’t mean he didn’t get to have an opinion. He could still say all the things he wanted to, just not… the way he normally did.