And that is enough to have him jerk back with a hiss of breath, the sudden anger of realization. The gloves meant there was nothing to sense directly, but his erstwhile friend had always been...well, touchy-feely in his youth, would be a good way to put it.

Then, of course, he had indulged it. They were young, they were part of the Deca, they were the bold future of Gallifrey. Now, however? Not to be.

"Doctor," he said, finally, stepping back into partial shadow.