He looked at her, smiling back at her joke. Methos shook his head, "No. They aren't usually bad. But usually they are for a reason. Not that I don't enjoy seeing you, River." Reaching out his fingers grazed her cheek.

"Just tell me you didn't come from witnessing my death." Because out of all the possibilities that was the one that had come to him first and the thing he had worked so hard to avoid.