Hesitation (1/1)
"Scully?"
I move closer, head bent close in such a way it seems Mulder is about to divulge a great secret.
I wait. A smile is on my face, remembering his story, and partly down to relief. I can't describe how elated I feel, knowing that Mulder is okay. He's here, with me.
"I love you."
I pause. In some ways he did divulge a great secret after all.
Does he mean it?
Looking into his hazel eyes, cataloguing the lopsided grin, now committed to memory, I conclude that yes, he does mean it.
Then the rational side kicks in.
He's been pumped full of drugs. His story of being on the Queen Anne in the 1930's is reminiscent of that fact.
In all likelihood, he'll probably forget he ever said those three words.
As I turn to move away, I utter two words: "Oh brother."
"Scully?"
I move closer, head bent close in such a way it seems Mulder is about to divulge a great secret.
I wait. A smile is on my face, remembering his story, and partly down to relief. I can't describe how elated I feel, knowing that Mulder is okay. He's here, with me.
"I love you."
I pause. In some ways he did divulge a great secret after all.
Does he mean it?
Looking into his hazel eyes, cataloguing the lopsided grin, now committed to memory, I conclude that yes, he does mean it.
Then the rational side kicks in.
He's been pumped full of drugs. His story of being on the Queen Anne in the 1930's is reminiscent of that fact.
In all likelihood, he'll probably forget he ever said those three words.
As I turn to move away, I utter two words: "Oh brother."