"On it." He pulls a small bag out of the glove box before he gets out of the car.
Standing in front of the house, he can't help but see just how different the place is. She ran off to the furthest thing possible of the home they'd shared, short of renting a flat in the center of Paris. Anything to get away from him. Anything for a life other than the one they'd had together. The initial pain is long since faded, but there's still a dull ache under his ribs at the sight of Scully's new home.
Even heartache can't keep his curiosity at bay, though. After a spare moment or two, he comes up to Scully on the fancy little walk and nods toward the door. "What are the odds that it's open?"
She could have disappeared from inside, after all.
no subject
Standing in front of the house, he can't help but see just how different the place is. She ran off to the furthest thing possible of the home they'd shared, short of renting a flat in the center of Paris. Anything to get away from him. Anything for a life other than the one they'd had together. The initial pain is long since faded, but there's still a dull ache under his ribs at the sight of Scully's new home.
Even heartache can't keep his curiosity at bay, though. After a spare moment or two, he comes up to Scully on the fancy little walk and nods toward the door. "What are the odds that it's open?"
She could have disappeared from inside, after all.