If there's anywhere in 2014 she belongs, it's here. Certainly not in her older self's house-- wherever that might be. She might, she thinks, have to ask Skinner if their other leads don't pan out; it's possible there's some clue there. But thinking about it doesn't feel like going home. If she can't be at her own apartment, or on Mulder's leather couch in the blue glow of his fishtank, this is probably the next best thing.
She doesn't belong here. It's hard not to be aware of it-- every time she looks over at him and finds him grown into himself, she remembers. But there's a version of her who could belong in a version of this place. It's like a film that's slightly out of focus-- a puzzle with a missing piece; some fight, some sorrow, she can't guess at.
Even if she's wrong about the nature of their relationship-- at this point she'd be more shocked to be wrong-- she's not wrong about that. A year is no time at all when there's a lifetime ahead of you.
"Not too badly. Better than in the hotel," she adds, honestly. It feels safer here. "I guess that's replaced the newspaper?"
She gestures at his phone, not bothered, just vaguely curious if he's really reading that thing.
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She doesn't belong here. It's hard not to be aware of it-- every time she looks over at him and finds him grown into himself, she remembers. But there's a version of her who could belong in a version of this place. It's like a film that's slightly out of focus-- a puzzle with a missing piece; some fight, some sorrow, she can't guess at.
Even if she's wrong about the nature of their relationship-- at this point she'd be more shocked to be wrong-- she's not wrong about that. A year is no time at all when there's a lifetime ahead of you.
"Not too badly. Better than in the hotel," she adds, honestly. It feels safer here. "I guess that's replaced the newspaper?"
She gestures at his phone, not bothered, just vaguely curious if he's really reading that thing.