She can't blame him for being a little cautious. Recklessness has always come more easily to Mulder; she knows what it means that he's making the effort not to scare her off, here and now. But she's not so easy to spook. She's always been the one to scare herself off.

Maybe in a perfect world, he'll never have to remember this. Maybe it won't be relegated to a fond past, a lost treasure. Perhaps they can take better care of themselves, this time, and of each other.

"Five minutes more," she breathes, reluctant to think of ever moving but liking the small commitment. Five minutes from now, she'll be here, and an hour for now she'll be with him; and maybe a day, a week, three months. "Then... pizza and a movie?"