The Master groaned , he heard the Doctor walked in "I'm sure it would be kinder to kill me at this point, I feel like I am dying." He was being a bit dramatic really "Feel like I was kicked in the head by a horse and then trampled on by Judoon." He moaned rubbing his stomach. "That was foul, I've not thrown up in awhile..., Not even when I was last drunk. Last time was when I was younger and you thought It be ok for me to eat when I said I was feeling horrible." He narrowed his eyes at him for a moment before he laughed a bit "Though I did consider it pay back you got sick after," He smirked a bit more. He was holding his head and hoped the drums would stop, he gritted his teeth and mumbled to himself. It made him feel crazier than he was when he was talking to himself.

"And you actually look horrible still as well Doctor, " He was smirking, He lets the Doctor help him up. He really did hate having a headache the most. He looked at him when he gave him some medicine to take. He raised an eyebrow. "Didn't think you had such a thing." he wished he had almost known sooner. He gasped from his headache and just took the medicine and looked at the Doctor. He was glad to be back on his bed, He hoped the medicine would do its thing. He knew even at least if the sick feeling went away and he still had a headache, that he would be at least able to not have to worry about rushing to the bathroom. He heard Jack in the kitchen, wondering what the man was doing, He wondered if Jack hadn't got drunk or was more used to hangovers than what they were.

He closed his eyes as the Doctor ran a hand through his hair, He liked it and it was hard to not show that he was enjoying it. He couldn't believe he was even letting anybody know that. He was the Master and he didn't want the Doctor to see he could so easily relax once his hair was messed with. He knew it was too late though. He moaned with delight as the Doctor touched his hair. Was the Doctor weakening him. He closed his eyes still and thought back to when they were younger for a few moments "Yeah..... I suppose I shouldn't lie or hide it, was first night in a long time that I had fun, Not so sure about the falling on floor part from being so drunk." He laughed a bit. His bitterness seemed to be fading away slowly. He was still very much conflicted though.

"Doctor......... I....," The Master went red in the face, He wrapped his arms around him and just kissed him again. "I think I have loved you a long time, when we were younger, I was hurt you never indicated that you felt the same, and when you left that truly felt like you had rejected me, But as I got more angry and insane those feelings were forgotten or buried." He looked into his eyes , it was like the Doctor had awoken him in ways, He lay a head on his chest after and waited to see what the Doctor would say. He was still conflicted and his hate for the Doctor as well as his love were fighting with each other. He didn't really know what to do.

The drums got louder and more intense , he began sobbing and punched him in the shoulder "I hate you for leaving me!!! And because I am so full of anger... I'm never happy," He seemed to snap as he was struggling with all of this. He didn't know how the Doctor would react upon been punched like that. But The Master knew that he wasn't stable and the drums seemed to get worse when he tried to be softer, He dug his nails into a pillow. "You bloody idoit." He growled. He was sobbing more and he lay back panting a bit. He wasn't sure if he was going to have more outbursts like this.