Dammit, Charlie. It's been at least five years. ...How the hell can you still -know- me like this??
Dammit, dammit, dammit. He's right. I -can- name all the little things. Like the stupid breath spray. That idiotic way he mocks people ("An' they come stumblin' down the alley, 'too ra loo ra loo ra'..."). How cute he looks when he's freaked out. The way he has to accent practically everything he says with his hands...
SHIT.
Shit, shit, SHIT, NO.
I've got to stop thinking like this. That does it, that just does it.
Mulder - any luck with those hard files? And are we still meeting at the agreed location?
~ Smecker
Maybe work will get my mind off this...