Jesus.

[He runs a hand down his face, and while his whole body goes hot with the urge to raise his voice — he at least knows he's at fault for reaching out to this guy in the first place. But boy, he didn't expect that. Something in his stomach twists up, and he makes careful fists, but swallows down his immediate urge to lash out, because it'd probably make the guy really content with the reaction.]

... I mean, I figured you'd be a bad choice, but I shockingly didn't have as many options as I thought. Do you do that to your friends, too? Make them feel like shit?

[But this is The Doctor, right? Clara wanted them to get along, and she had faith in him. Hell, she loved him. Whatever version, he's not completely sure, but it stands to reason every Doctor means the world to her. And Clara means so much to him — is he missing something here? Does he just talk to her like this all day? Make her feel like she's stupid for bothering? Every outburst coiling up in him has to be beaten down, and he tries really hard to keep her in mind. Don't freak out, you reached out first; this person is Clara's person!

He stops, and asks tightly:]

Do I really seem like that?