[Of course he assumes she wouldn't want him like that. Who could? And if anyone did they would almost certainly be disappointed. She'd be hoping for anyone else. Her scully, perhaps.
And speaking of references, he's got to think hard, moving an arm up as he tunelessly rasps out the words of a song.]
Don't you... forget about... me...?
[What an ironic tune to come out of his mouth. He puts his arm down and nods along. His answer is firm.]
no subject
And speaking of references, he's got to think hard, moving an arm up as he tunelessly rasps out the words of a song.]
Don't you... forget about... me...?
[What an ironic tune to come out of his mouth. He puts his arm down and nods along. His answer is firm.]
I'll do it... Not letting you... get hurt...