Even if he might reject God outright, Doc believes in kismet. He would make his own luck where he thinks it is within his sphere of influence, but some things are just meant to be. And you can try as hard as you like to escape from fate - there might be some wiggle room to give you that little glimmer of hope to keep you going, but when it truly matters, you will always be where and when and in that exact circumstance that you are supposed to be.

Maybe, for their few similarities that can overcome their cornucopia of differences, they were just meant to meet.

"It is not good to be alone in this place." He has oft repeated that line. It is one that bears repeating, should anyone be flippant enough to forget it. Pouring the hot water out, Doc leaves it to brew for a few minutes, teapot steaming away between them.

"I only ask that the both of you try and eat regular meals. I know that you are both perfectly capable of looking after yourselves, but this door is always open, at the first sign of hunger, boredom, pain, or trouble." Or holes in intricate clothing, as the case might be. Any reason is a suitable one to come over. Just because they are almost at capacity here does not mean that they would turn anyone away.

"Have you found your way around town alright? It is a small place." He can't imagine she would get lost although she might be confused by what half the shops have to sell. Doc gets that way too. He has spent hours in the toy shop, the beauty parlour, the record store.