The Master tilted his head to look down at the Doctor. He hadn't hung like this since he was a child, climbing trees back home. He supposed it was nostalgia that possessed him to do it now.

He furrowed his brow. "I used to be taller than you," he said moodily. He hefted himself back up and walked down to meet him.

"Fits, I guess," he sighed as he tugged at his shirt. "Bit tight, bit long, but you're a string bean this time around so I'm not surprised."