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“The X-Files isn’t going to watch itself, John.”
“It’s The X-Files. I think you’d be surprised.”
“Constantly, at how Agent Mulder manages to keep his job.”
“That’s not what I meant.”
“You were making a joke about the uncanny nature of the program, I know. But I’m more amazed at how the man goes about his work. He’s worse than Lestrade.”
“Hey, Greg’s not so bad.”
“He violates policy every time he calls me to a crime scene. What? Even I know that Scotland Yard doesn’t approve of using informal civilian consultants, but Lestrade is smart enough to know when urgency trumps bureaucratic procedure.”
“You’ll kill me if I ever tell him you said that, won’t you?”
“No, but I’ll look very hurt. Come on, John. I want to see how this ridiculous one with the weatherman ends. And I have a bowl of crisps, see?”
“And pineapple juice too. Oof. Since when did you become so relentlessly cheerful?”
“Since you’ve been in a black mood - there’s no point in both of us sulking. Don’t look so surprised. You hide it better than I do, but I know you and I can see it. Come here, share my blanket.”
“Thanks, Sherlock. You can be amazing, do you know that?”
“So you tell me.”