He comes out of the bathroom with a fluffy towel wrapped around his waist, surveys his clothing, and decides he's more interested in the scent of coffee. Getting back into yesterday's outfit doesn't really appeal, at the moment; only in a house this spotless is he aware of just how much grime he's been living with. In.
And, though he knows he shouldn't be, he's getting comfortable with Scully's house. It's not his or theirs, purely hers - but it's a nice place, and there's a friendly face waiting in the kitchen. She's technically not dressed, either, even if she's more presentable to company, and there's a kind of sleepiness at the edges of her expression that makes him want to kiss her.
"Almond milk's supposed to be better for you," he offers instead, when he realizes what she's staring at. Did anyone drink almond milk, back in the 90s? Hippies who made it themselves, maybe. "I hear the industry's sucking California's aquifers dry, though."
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And, though he knows he shouldn't be, he's getting comfortable with Scully's house. It's not his or theirs, purely hers - but it's a nice place, and there's a friendly face waiting in the kitchen. She's technically not dressed, either, even if she's more presentable to company, and there's a kind of sleepiness at the edges of her expression that makes him want to kiss her.
"Almond milk's supposed to be better for you," he offers instead, when he realizes what she's staring at. Did anyone drink almond milk, back in the 90s? Hippies who made it themselves, maybe. "I hear the industry's sucking California's aquifers dry, though."