His self-control is admirable; he doesn't pause or stumble as he passes, it's all natural. And that's.... strange? As long as she's known Mulder, he's lived alone-- it's not the fact that he can take care of himself that feels like a funny fit, it's the way he moves with and around her like it's a practiced dance.
She lets herself brood on it as she makes the rice, which in fairness is mostly waiting, and detouring to switch the laundry over to the dryer when it buzzes. It feels dangerous to let herself sink into this apparently dormant domestic habit-- because even if this will be her life, someday, right now it's not meant to be.
But it's pleasant, the feeling of this house shedding dust and neglect and becoming once more a home. Mulder's home, at the very least.
"Seems like a good pairing," she answers with a smile. It's not for the memory of his younger self-- it's just so good to see him brightened up like this.
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She lets herself brood on it as she makes the rice, which in fairness is mostly waiting, and detouring to switch the laundry over to the dryer when it buzzes. It feels dangerous to let herself sink into this apparently dormant domestic habit-- because even if this will be her life, someday, right now it's not meant to be.
But it's pleasant, the feeling of this house shedding dust and neglect and becoming once more a home. Mulder's home, at the very least.
"Seems like a good pairing," she answers with a smile. It's not for the memory of his younger self-- it's just so good to see him brightened up like this.