The Master sort of froze for a moment - he didn't pull away, didn't reciprocate, just... stood there, and let The Doctor hug him. He had forgotten he was supposed to be angry with him. But how could he forget something so central to the core of his being? It was all about hating him, wasn't it?

Slowly, he rested his head on the other Time Lord's shoulder and put his arms around him. It felt... nice, actually. He might vehemently deny it tomorrow, but right now...