"Stay," she says. Having to go out in public, surrounded by the noise and uncanniness of this decade, doesn't sound relaxing at all. He can pick some other stupid action movie, if they can get Scully's television working.

"We don't have to go anywhere." Part of her thinks they should go back to his place, but this feels somehow like neutral ground, even if it's the furthest thing there is from neutral. And that shower should be nice for two to share.

She presses a light kiss to his jaw, lazy and fond.