Oh, won't you kiss me on the mouth and love me like a sailor? And when you get a taste, can you tell me what's my flavor? I don't believe in God, but I believe that you're my savior

It had been over a month since you last saw your partner of 3 years, Fox. The last you heard was that the water in his apartment building had been spiked. He was paranoid...manic. The last thing you had heard from him before he was shot by Scully and disappeared was that he 'didn't trust you. You were always against him'. You step into your apartment after a long day in the basement office, flicking on the lights with a small sigh. And then you spotted the figure in your living room. It was him...it was really him. He gave you a lopsided grin, his shoulder bandaged and his skin more tan when you saw him last