"It's a good thing you found Skinner," he says. "Getting around with no cash would be tough."
That's the only thing that rings false for him, the fact that she materialized essentially before Walter Skinner's eyes. It's convenient, especially considering she'd just been several states away, back in 1997 - but at the same time, the fact that Skinner presumably saw her appear speaks to the reality of the situation. He's a lot of things, but he's not someone who carries water for the kinds of people who would set up a hoax on this level. His part in it would never be active deception. At most, he'd be a rube on the outside, the same as Mulder.
At least, that was true ten years ago. He can't actually trust anything at this point, can he? But he wants to trust Scully. Sitting before him now, looking exactly the way she remembers - how could he resist believing her?
"We'll do a blood test later," he says, though he doesn't mean the kind that involves lab work. If there's any real concern to be had regarding her identity, a pinprick should put it to rest. In the meanwhile, her answer is one he can't imagine anyone else knowing - though all the best tests of her identity are things that haven't happened to her yet. When we were living on the coast and we stayed up all night to watch the sunrise, what did I whisper in your ear? What did I tell you after you brought me back to my apartment, after you brought me back from the dead? What's the thing you like me to do with my tongue?
A Scully who's never looked at Mulder as anything but friend and colleague is a much easier one to fake. But for now, he's willing to take her as the general article. He clears his throat. "Can I ask where you're staying?"
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That's the only thing that rings false for him, the fact that she materialized essentially before Walter Skinner's eyes. It's convenient, especially considering she'd just been several states away, back in 1997 - but at the same time, the fact that Skinner presumably saw her appear speaks to the reality of the situation. He's a lot of things, but he's not someone who carries water for the kinds of people who would set up a hoax on this level. His part in it would never be active deception. At most, he'd be a rube on the outside, the same as Mulder.
At least, that was true ten years ago. He can't actually trust anything at this point, can he? But he wants to trust Scully. Sitting before him now, looking exactly the way she remembers - how could he resist believing her?
"We'll do a blood test later," he says, though he doesn't mean the kind that involves lab work. If there's any real concern to be had regarding her identity, a pinprick should put it to rest. In the meanwhile, her answer is one he can't imagine anyone else knowing - though all the best tests of her identity are things that haven't happened to her yet. When we were living on the coast and we stayed up all night to watch the sunrise, what did I whisper in your ear? What did I tell you after you brought me back to my apartment, after you brought me back from the dead? What's the thing you like me to do with my tongue?
A Scully who's never looked at Mulder as anything but friend and colleague is a much easier one to fake. But for now, he's willing to take her as the general article. He clears his throat. "Can I ask where you're staying?"