"Something I like," he repeats, caught between amusement and the strange awareness that he can't remember the last time he watched a new movie and liked it. Or even the last time he watched a new movie. There's been a lot of short-form videos of crazies ranting - he's been counting it as research - and the occasional rewatch of old favourites, but not much else.

It feels pathetic, thinking of it. If nothing else, it's easy to see just why Scully'd turn tail and run. "I'll find something."

By the time she finishes getting freshened up, he's got the TV on - and he's back on his phone, though in his defense, he's reading an ebook this time. He'd scrolled for a while, but he kept coming back to the same title, unable to find something that sounded better and unwilling to consider why this one spoke to him in the moment. So they're watching a man separated from his family, hiding out in the ruins of his hometown in a desperate attempt to survive - and if The Pianist ends up being too dark, he figures they can always change it.