Don't think she doesn't notice the careful remove. She pours some of the almond milk into her own cup, then crosses to put the carton in the refrigerator-- and when she returns she takes a step closer into his space, half the distance he's left swallowed up. Pointless to be shy when he's the father of her children.

"Better," she says, simple but earnest, leaning against the counter and into his space. Take two, if he'd like to rethink his position on kissing her; if not, she'll get to it eventually, though she's oddly amused by the awkwardness. There's something bizarrely fitting about it; she's the one this is all new for, but it feels like it could be easy.

"You?" He seems like he actually did sleep, which is surely a victory for Scullys in every timeline and era.