Clara didn't respond to his question for awhile. The Doctor hadn't expected her to, as she was feeling rather badly at the moment. Besides, he already knew the answer to that question. The amazingly clear little plus-sign on the pregnancy test Clara had accidently dropped in her dash to the bathroom told him so.

But he needed to hear it from her.

Not for his own sake, though. Nah, he hadn't even properly processed it yet, that part would hit later. But he needed to know what she was thinking. What she wanted to do, and where she wanted to go from here.

But his thoughts were interrupted as the door snapped open, and The Doctor caught himself in his usual clumsy manner.

Clara poked her head out, her brown bangs falling in her face. She opened her mouth as if she were going to say something, but then snapped it shut quickly. She kept her gaze on the ground, biting her lip nervously. Then she shook her head, and looked up at The Doctor, smiling a muted version of her usual mischievous grin.

Of course, The Doctor might be rubbish at most feelings-y things, but he knew his Clara. He could tell how the smile was a mask over uncertainty and pain. But mostly uncertainty. He noted with relief as he looked into her eyes.

Sharing eye contact with The Doctor seemed to break Clara's mask some, and quickly resumed her focus on the ground. But she must've thought The Doctor couldn't tell, because she kept her voice as light and flirty as it usually is. "What makes you ask that, Doctor?"

"Ah, well you see I.. Er, you…" He sputtered, pulling at his collar nervously as he held the pregnancy test behind his back. "I just thought that… Maybe.. I don't know…"

"Or that maybe you found the pregnancy test?" Clara said, glancing over at the squishy chair. She looked up at him, her face still a pale shade of green, but her expression determined (and maybe a little bit annoyed.). "I'm not stupid, Doctor. And neither are you. This'll be a thousand times easier if we're just plain honest with each other, yeah?"

The Doctor nodded hastily. "Right, yeah! Of course it will be. I'll be… Yeah…" He paused, and let his hands fall to his sides. Might as well show the pregnancy test now. "But are you… I mean," He paused again, and leaned forward, so his face was only inches from hers. "Are you alright, Clara?"

Clara shrugged, still smiling mutedly. "Well, of course I am! I'm Clara Oswald, the Impossible Girl! Nothing can keep me down. You know that well enough, eh Chin?" She bopped his chin lightly with her thumb, and backed away a bit, so their faces weren't so close.

The Doctor blushed, though he wasn't really sure why. He shook the slightly woozy feeling from his head, then put his hand up against the bathroom door. No time for flirting. He chided himself. This is serious business! With that, he cleared his throat, and began to speak. "Right, well then Clara." He pushed the door open, and Clara seemed a bit surprised at his boldness. He took one of her hands in his, and led her quietly out of the bathroom. "You," He began, sitting her down in the squishy chair and pulling up another for himself. "Are going to me why you're lying, and exactly what is wrong."

"Nothing, nothing is the matter!" Clara said, smiling all the while. It would've been convincing, except that The Doctor knew better, and he looked at her eyes, and saw the truth.

He scooted his chair a bit closer to hers, and leaned over a bit more. "Clara…" He pushed a stray strand of hair out of her face and behind her ear. "Don't play games with me. Don't you ever play games with me."

Clara quickly ducked her head, but she couldn't muffle her strangled sob.

The Doctor slipped into the chair next to her, and wrapped his arms around her as he stroked her back softly. His mind was still racing a bit too fast to say much of anything, so he chose to stay silent.

"Doctor," Clara said softly, her voice breaking. "I'm just.. So confused, and.. And scared."

The Doctor kissed the top of her head, and pulled her closer. "I know, Clara, I know.. But we'll…. We'll be fine." He paused, smiling a little bit. "In fact, we'll be a little better than fine. We'll be a family."