"You were a little distracted at the time." But there's something like a smile as he adds, "Me, too."
This whole ride, he's been checking for tails, but there aren't any likely looking vehicles. He ends up taking the direct route home, and if it turns out he's been tracked, he'll deal with it later. It's a pretty nice drive, increasingly rural as they go along. The weather's good, and the trees and fields are pretty; she'll appreciate it, he thinks. Hopes. He wants her to like the drive more than he realized he would, and to like the outside of the house. Once they get inside, he doubts she'll be impressed.
"This is the place," he says, as they pull up to a little house out in the middle of nowhere. With past-Scully next to him, he can see why the now-Scully ran: the lawn's overgrown, the house itself unremarkable. The setting sun sets it off a little, but all the shades are drawn, and the outside could use painting. "Chez Mulder."
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This whole ride, he's been checking for tails, but there aren't any likely looking vehicles. He ends up taking the direct route home, and if it turns out he's been tracked, he'll deal with it later. It's a pretty nice drive, increasingly rural as they go along. The weather's good, and the trees and fields are pretty; she'll appreciate it, he thinks. Hopes. He wants her to like the drive more than he realized he would, and to like the outside of the house. Once they get inside, he doubts she'll be impressed.
"This is the place," he says, as they pull up to a little house out in the middle of nowhere. With past-Scully next to him, he can see why the now-Scully ran: the lawn's overgrown, the house itself unremarkable. The setting sun sets it off a little, but all the shades are drawn, and the outside could use painting. "Chez Mulder."