"But hangovers still feel awful," The Doctor explianed. He was drinking. He didnt seem to count how much he was drinking. He was looking around. He was enjoying talking with Shakespheare. "I'm glad things have been going so well."
He replied "I been having bad luck or something because posioned, injured, nearly dying." He shook his head "So tired of being ill and injured,"
The Doctor knew it was taking a toll on his body. He was drinking his drink.
He smiled at Seclusion.