It's not unlike being fourteen and taking a girl out to the movies, feeling her resting against your arm and trying not to breathe - if you do, she'll realize the mistake she made and pull away, probably. Except it's Scully, and she won't, but it's been long enough that he can't help feeling that same pressure.

The movie's a dark one, sure, but it fits the criteria. It's quiet. Car chases aren't the focus. And right now, it feels right somehow. Goddamn, he's a sad sack.