Doggett and Skinner bro angst
If it hurt him to kill a man, Skinner doesn’t show it. Doggett figured just as much. As he sees it, Alex Krycek isn’t the kind of guy you mourn for or waste your guilt on. You can only feel so much guilt. And everyone is always happy to see a healthy baby: it’s a good feeling, especially this healthy baby.
“This kid,” Skinner shakes his head. The pair of them are standing in the hall, watching nurses quietly chat and people fret in and out of Dana Scully’s hospital room. “This kid is going to be so messed up.”
Doggett barks out a laugh. “Can you imagine the baby book? We shoulda sent a camera with Monica so she could snap pictures of the surprise shower.”
Skinner chuckles at that and closes his eyes. Jesus, they’re both so tired. But what would sleep do for them now? What had it ever done in the past?
“You ever thought of having kids, Walter?” Doggett asks. It’s the type of question you ask after something like this, and Doggett always asks those. It’s polite. But Skinner pauses.
“I thought about it as a kid myself,” he says, after some time. Neither of them look at each other. Doggett never wanted a shower so bad in his life. “Not so much after Nam.”
Well, Doggett understands that. He grunts in recognition. He understands it, doesn’t empathize. It seems like their experiences in war were very different.
“Just couldn’t imagine bringing a kid into this.” The world, this. “Didn’t seem fair. Scully’s got a set on her, I’ll tell you that.”
“The worlds not fair, Walter,” Doggett says. “But the kids turn out alright.”
Doggett had apparently forgotten how this conversation goes. Skinner’s backed into a corner, the conversation at a standstill. It’s not that he takes pleasure in the floundering, but he always wants to know what others are going to say. If it’s ever going to be different, if he will ever have a proper response. One day, this conversation will go right.
“Would you do it again?” Skinner asks. It’s different enough to warrant a mostly real answer, at least.
“No,” Doggett swallows. “God, no.”