He'll ask her sometimes: why don't

He'll ask her sometimes: why don't you get a hobby, or a boyfriend. Clara almost laughs at him because she remembers all the times she would go out and then the Doctor would appear. He'd vworp-vworp into her yard, or the street, and she'd grab her things, maybe put money on the table if he was outside a restaurant, and leave. She'd toss her hair over her shoulder as she ran, saying thanks very much but I've really got to go.

So it's not like she hasn't tried.

She's got human habits he doesn't understand. Once, when they were in London, she ran into a shop to buy lotion. She rubbed it over her hands in even, rhythmic motions: up past her wrist to her fingertips and back again. He asks her why and she says that the smell reminds her of home. He doesn't know what "home" is - he's never really had one. He's had nothing but this box and the drifting universe for years longer than she's even been alive. Distant memories of Gallifrey will flicker over him sometimes, memories that make it hard for him to move forward. He'll be programming the TARDIS, or fighting aliens with Clara, and then they'll hit him: bright, bright orange light and waves of dust, rocks, chaos. Like he's living in two places at once.

It's Clara's human presence that grounds him. She's so tiny and fragile and a bit strange: she's got endless pairs of stockings, and wears those ridiculous shoes. Oxfords, she called them. They've got a bit of a heel. He always wonders if she can run in them, and she always surprises him.

He gives her a room on the TARDIS. When she asks him why, he shrugs. "Just because I don't necessarily sleep much doesn't mean that you don't need to." Clara finds herself sleeping there more than at home. It's easier, she tells herself. Easier than another night spent coiled, waiting, bags ready just in case. When she is home, she's tense. She snaps at her students and fumbles through dates. Her mind is always halfway through the universe, wondering what adventures she's missing.

It's not just the adventures, though. The Doctor is a presence that intrigues her. She daydreams about what's going on in his head. He's quiet, serious, withdrawn: like one of her favorite novels that's just begging to be opened and explored.

結果 (中文) 1:

他有时会问她: 你为什么不买一个业余爱好或一个男朋友。克莱拉几乎嘲笑他因为她记得所有的时代，她就出去了，然后医生会出现。他到她家院子里或大街上，vworp vworp，她就会拿她的东西，也许把钱放到桌子上，如果他的饭店外，然后离开。她跑了，说: 非常感谢，但真得去，她会把她的头发扔越过她的肩膀。所以它是不喜欢她还没试过。她有人类的习惯，他听不懂。一次，他们在伦敦时，她会跑进一家商店买洗剂。她搓一下她的手在均匀、 有节奏的动作: 起来过去她到她的指尖来回的手腕。他问她为什么要和她说气味，让她想起家。他不知道"家"是什么 — — 他从来没有真正有一个。他有什么，但此框和漂流宇宙年长于她甚至一直活着。遥远的记忆，带的有时会闪烁在他身上，回忆，让他到硬向前迈进。他会编程 TARDIS，或与克拉拉，与外星人战斗，然后他们要揍他: 光鲜、 亮丽的橙色光和波浪的尘埃、 岩石、 混乱。像他一次住在两个地方。它是克拉拉的人类存在的理由，他。她的渺小和脆弱和有点奇怪: 她得到了无数双长袜，和穿那些滑稽可笑的鞋。牛津，她这样称呼它们。他们有点儿脚跟。他总是想知道是否她可以运行在他们，并且她总是使他感到吃惊。他给了她一个房间的 tardis。当她问他为什么时，他耸了耸肩。"只是因为我不是一定睡眠多并不意味着你不需要到"。克拉拉发现自己那里更多在家里睡觉。它是容易的她告诉自己。比另一个的夜晚更容易的盘绕，等待，袋准备以防万一。当她是回家了，她是紧张。她拍着她的学生和摸索通过日期。她的心灵就总是中途宇宙，不知道什么冒险，她失踪。它不是只是探险者，虽然。医生是激起她的存在。她幻想能在他的脑海里想的什么。他是安静、 严肃，撤回: 喜欢只乞讨打开和探索她最喜爱的小说之一。

結果 (中文) 3:

他有时会问她：为什么你不找一个爱好，或是一个男朋友。克拉拉几乎笑他，因为她记得所有的时间，她会去，然后医生会出现。他vworp vworp进她的院子，或街上，她会把她的东西，也许把桌上的钱如果他在一个餐馆，然后离开。她跑了过来，把她的头发甩在了肩膀上，说非常感谢，但我真的要走了。所以这不像她没有尝试。她有一个人的习惯，他不明白。有一次，当他们在伦敦的时候，她跑进一家商店买乳液。她甚至用手揉了揉，有节奏的动作：从她的手腕上，然后又回到她的指尖。他问她为什么，她说，气味使她想起家。他不知道什么是“家”-他从来没有真正有过。他什么也没有，但这个盒子和漂流的宇宙多年的时间比她甚至还活着。遥远的记忆会闪烁在Gallifrey他有时让他难以前进的回忆。他会编程的TARDIS，或者战斗的外星人克拉拉，然后他们会打他：明亮，灰尘，岩亮橙色的光和波，混沌。就像他现在住在两地的。这是克拉拉的人的存在，让他。她是那么的渺小和脆弱，有点奇怪：她有着无尽的袜子，穿着那些可笑的鞋子。牛津，她叫他们。他们有一点的脚跟。他总是怀疑她是否能在他们身上奔跑，她总是让他感到惊讶。他给了她在TARDIS的房间。当她问他为什么，他耸耸肩。“只是因为我不想睡觉，这并不意味着你不需要。”克拉拉发现自己比在家里睡得更多。她告诉自己，这很容易。比另一个晚上容易花了一卷，等待，袋准备好的情况下。当她在家时，她很紧张。她猛地咬住她的学生和摸索通过日期。她的心总是穿越宇宙，想知道她失去了什么样的冒险。这不只是冒险，虽然。医生是一个吸引她的存在。她梦想着他的脑袋里到底在想什么。他安静、严肃、孤僻，就像她最喜欢的一部小说，那是一个刚刚开始探索的小说。