REALIZATIONS (this is a sequel to dot's Possibilities)

by Mik

I often wonder what is going on in your head.

Sometimes your eyes reveal a great deal; passion, fury, dismay, hope (that's always so fleeting) and defeat.

I hate seeing defeat.

Just now you looked so...curious. What could you be wondering about, looking at me? I know you've profiled me. You think I'm an open book. Do you really know me?

You'd be surprised.

The way you tugged at your lower lip just now. Do you even suspect what a visceral effect it has on me? No. You don't think in those terms. You gave away your ability to discern interpersonal interactions with those closest to you when you learned how to climb inside the bad guy's head.

"Sir?" You sound so hesitant, so unsure, so unlike you.

"What is it, Agent Mulder?" I can't help being concerned.

You draw a deep breath. I hold mine.

You take a step toward me, falter, and send a wondering gaze over me.

Realization can strike hard and swift sometimes, and knocks us both into a realm of confusion and unbalance. I reach out for you, just as you reach for me, and as we touch, we know.

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