"Any port in a storm." That's the thing about sailors, they're supposed to be able to sleep anywhere - and Mr. Scully was a Navy man. Maybe Scully picked it up from him; maybe the baby will pick it up from her.
Maybe his absence at night, his inability to walk through her door and stay, won't make that big a difference.
"I'd like that." He's cautiously hopeful. All of those ultrasounds look the same, as far as he can tell - it's a scratchy shape in the darkness, vaguely baby-shaped - but maybe this one will be different. Knowing it's the first snapshot of someone who belongs to them, the only other person alive who shares any meaningful DNA with him...that seems like it'll matter. The longer he thinks about William, about what he could be to them both, the more consequential everything seems. "You can give me a baby anatomy lesson. The last time I saw one of those things, I wasn't sure which way was up."
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Maybe his absence at night, his inability to walk through her door and stay, won't make that big a difference.
"I'd like that." He's cautiously hopeful. All of those ultrasounds look the same, as far as he can tell - it's a scratchy shape in the darkness, vaguely baby-shaped - but maybe this one will be different. Knowing it's the first snapshot of someone who belongs to them, the only other person alive who shares any meaningful DNA with him...that seems like it'll matter. The longer he thinks about William, about what he could be to them both, the more consequential everything seems. "You can give me a baby anatomy lesson. The last time I saw one of those things, I wasn't sure which way was up."