She really did. [ He remembers that, the way Scully'd just about pushed him up against a wall about it. How he'd fantasized after about Scully really giving in and going for it, proving to him exactly who he should be focusing on. ] But not nearly as good as you do.

[ He tilts his head so he can give her throat a demonstrative sniff. It's true, after all - and, more importantly, summoning up the ghosts of jealousies past requires summoning up everything that should have been said and wasn't. Especially if he's fingerbanging her at the time. Exorcising old daydreams, not to mention astrology-induced manias that didn't quite fit the people they were then. ]

Vermont was...you know what? [ A little sound like he's trying to suppress a groan, once her hand finds the cloth covering his erection. There's a conversation happening here, Fox. Focus. ] I don't think you were there. I think it was just me.