"We'll talk later."

Twenty four steps to the elevator.

"So?"

"We'll talk later."

Two hundred and twelve steps to the car.

"Why is your eyebrow raised?"

"Why is your dick?"

"We'll talk later."

Four miles to the hotel.

"Come to my room."

"I don't want to."

"We need to talk."

"Oh, now is it time? Are you granting me permission to speak sir?"

Two steps into the room.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"Excuse me? Excuse me? Me? What the hell is wrong with you! You drag me around by my hair like a child and then ask me what's wrong with me?"

"See what I mean?"

"What!"

"You're always mad!"

"Mulder don't even go there!"

"Well? Why are you?"

One step forward.

"What happened?"

One step back.

"What happened?"

Head down, one step back.

"We'll talk later."

Two steps out the door. Fifty down the hall.