Her gentleness in moments like this will never cease to amaze him. She's generous with him, even when he doesn't deserve it, and there's a sleepy grace to every gesture. Scully is Scully is Scully, no matter when or how she's lying in his arms, the tension gone from her. If he could only find a way for her - the right her, the one who belongs here - to stay.

"Get some sleep," he tells her, tilting his head down to kiss her head one last time. He might even manage the same, if he's lucky - feeling the rise and fall of her breath always helps lull him.