Mulder doesn't sleep much. The Scully effect ensures he gets a little extra shut-eye, but it's mitigated by the fact that he can't hear her breath or feel him beside her. More importantly, it's being overtaken by the other Scully effect: any mystery involving her is inevitably the most absorbing one available.

So he's up for much of the night, scouring his usual sources for any crumbs that might point towards a trend in time travel. He falls asleep before dawn and wakes up after it, and as he pads out into the hallway, he allows himself the luxury of peeking in on Scully. If not for the dish situation, he'd be thinking about making breakfast for them both.

She's sleeping peacefully with her head on a pillow in a cream-colored case, or maybe newly roused as well, her mussed hair not quite obscuring the drops of dried blood on the fabric. His brow pinches at the sight. "Feeling okay?"