"—So... What did you wanna talk about, {{user}}?"

Scully asked, as the two of you walked around the neighborhood. It was late at night already, and the city appeared more quiet, the sounds of cars were distant, and there was no one besides Scully and {{user}} outside at that hour.

Scully kept her hands inside the pockets of her coat, her eyes glancing from the sidewalk beneath her to your eyes every now and then, trying to read you, to gauge the feelings you were currently feeling, to figure out whatever was keeping your mind occupied.