He breathes out, relieved but trying not to show it (and probably giving the whole game away). This is a plan he can work with: Get Scully something to wear, come back home and dig into his latest conspiracy.
There's more he could be doing, he knows. Finding her actual home, not to mention gaining entry, should be trivial - but the trespass it'd represent makes it off-limits. He can't imagine taking that privacy away from her, even in extremis. He's also half-tempted to sign the current Scully up for a spa day and spend the time trying to whip the house into the kind of shape she'd appreciate...but he doubts his own follow-through there. Maybe later, if she's still stuck here after a week or two.
"New jeans," he agrees, getting up from the bed. "The style's different these days. They call them skinny jeans - more like the 80s than the 90s."
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There's more he could be doing, he knows. Finding her actual home, not to mention gaining entry, should be trivial - but the trespass it'd represent makes it off-limits. He can't imagine taking that privacy away from her, even in extremis. He's also half-tempted to sign the current Scully up for a spa day and spend the time trying to whip the house into the kind of shape she'd appreciate...but he doubts his own follow-through there. Maybe later, if she's still stuck here after a week or two.
"New jeans," he agrees, getting up from the bed. "The style's different these days. They call them skinny jeans - more like the 80s than the 90s."