The big if she's been nagging at is the first, but really the smallest, piece of this puzzle. A cornerstone to build it, but as such easy to place anywhere she wants it. If, once upon a time, this house was their house-- it puts a lot into easy focus. But the real question is why.
The question she's trying not to ask herself, because it's suffused with a peculiar, asynchronous threat of self hatred, is does she know what she's done? How he's living here like a ghost? Again and again she tells herself, there must have been a reason; she just can't come up with one that makes any sense.
"I think I can do that," she agrees, and comes a little closer to survey. There's a small pot that looks like it doesn't need more than wiping out, and the chance to try her luck on guessing cabinets is honestly a little satisfying. (She tries one that doesn't seem likely first, in case she's right, to try and throw him off the fact that she's onto him. Or onto herself, as the case may be.)
When she finds it, the rice isn't hearty and brown-- a point against her having stocked this kitchen-- but it is some fancy blend in a bag with a vaguely European sounding name, which might be something she'd pick if she were splurging. She takes a moment to read the instructions because how long do you cook the rice if it's five kinds of wild rice, and then gets down to business, happy to let Mulder take care of the grilling.
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The question she's trying not to ask herself, because it's suffused with a peculiar, asynchronous threat of self hatred, is does she know what she's done? How he's living here like a ghost? Again and again she tells herself, there must have been a reason; she just can't come up with one that makes any sense.
"I think I can do that," she agrees, and comes a little closer to survey. There's a small pot that looks like it doesn't need more than wiping out, and the chance to try her luck on guessing cabinets is honestly a little satisfying. (She tries one that doesn't seem likely first, in case she's right, to try and throw him off the fact that she's onto him. Or onto herself, as the case may be.)
When she finds it, the rice isn't hearty and brown-- a point against her having stocked this kitchen-- but it is some fancy blend in a bag with a vaguely European sounding name, which might be something she'd pick if she were splurging. She takes a moment to read the instructions because how long do you cook the rice if it's five kinds of wild rice, and then gets down to business, happy to let Mulder take care of the grilling.