The Doctor was already drunk when she found him. "I don't do it often." He had tears in his eyes, He was just miserable now. The TARDIS seemed to be scolding the Doctor as well. He curled up and closed his eyes.
"I know it... s..solves nothing." he sounded drunk too.
Eleven shrugged, He knew that fogetting was bad, he just found it too painful sometimes to remember. He yawned and looked at Clara. "Suppose... bed be a good idea right now." He mumbled.