She doesn't have to sound disappointed; he feels disappointed enough for them both. Embarrassed, frustrated - emotionally and sexually - and generally inclined towards moping about it. It all comes down to him, when push comes to shove, and he's clearly incapable.

After so much time, it shouldn't be this difficult. This is a fantasy come to life, having her back. And yet here he is, lying there with anger eating away at his stomach, even with Scully moving up his body. He wraps both arms around her, kissing the top of her head.

"Is it a cliche to say that's never happened before?" he asks, unable to keep some bitterness out of his voice. It's not strictly true - but it's never felt this dire. They'd been able to laugh about it, knowing they'd manage it later.