"Pequod," he offers, going along with the game. "Pequod would be a good name for a dog."
Pee, Pequod, you could tell it, on long walks that take longer when your companion has to sniff every fire hydrant. It occurs to him to wonder why he's never gotten a dog. It's not like he doesn't like them, even if he doesn't like them as much as Scully. He could use the companionship, probably; they could go running around along country highways and tramping through meadows and forests all over the state.
(It's because dogs are a Scully thing. He'd never be able to look at a dog without thinking of her.)
Her hand settles on his thigh, and it draws him out of his thoughts. His quads slacken, and he hadn't even noticed they were tense. What it means, Mulder suspects, is that she can read the uncertainty in him. That her response is an attempt to soothe it feels both notable and obvious.
"We could get a dog," he says, partly because they could, and partly because he needs to press at the borders of this conversation. How far does this go? How open is Scully's home to interlopers? Not the four-legged kind, but the two-legged stray she's currently leaning in toward.
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Pee, Pequod, you could tell it, on long walks that take longer when your companion has to sniff every fire hydrant. It occurs to him to wonder why he's never gotten a dog. It's not like he doesn't like them, even if he doesn't like them as much as Scully. He could use the companionship, probably; they could go running around along country highways and tramping through meadows and forests all over the state.
(It's because dogs are a Scully thing. He'd never be able to look at a dog without thinking of her.)
Her hand settles on his thigh, and it draws him out of his thoughts. His quads slacken, and he hadn't even noticed they were tense. What it means, Mulder suspects, is that she can read the uncertainty in him. That her response is an attempt to soothe it feels both notable and obvious.
"We could get a dog," he says, partly because they could, and partly because he needs to press at the borders of this conversation. How far does this go? How open is Scully's home to interlopers? Not the four-legged kind, but the two-legged stray she's currently leaning in toward.