you gotta fight for your right to laze

Dawn was creeping in. Clouse could see the embers starting in the sky, creeping pinks and purples that heralded the sun's arrival. It was time to rendezvous with Avella and Scully again, they always agreed on a frame of time, but everything was so calm, so relaxing; he simply didn't want to leave. On his belly amongst the reeds, he rolled onto his side and stretched his dark limbs out lazily. The cattails swayed above him as his weight bent the stalks below. He'd feel bad if the two worried about him not showing up, but would they? Avella might, but he doubted Scully would really care much. Beyond that, well... what would they do about it?

Nah, he was gonna stay right here. His gray eyes slipped close and a contented sigh pressed passed his lips.