Mulder stands there, feeling old and wrinkled and selfish as he watches her tend to her bleeding face. For a moment or two, he'd thought we could live like this, it could be like this - and his reward is the most vital reminder possible of the reasons they can't. Her life is running out of her, drop by bloody drop, and he's daydreaming about playing house.

"No, no," he tells her, reaching for another pristine towel. "Come here."

He'll dry her off, shepherd her off to the bed they've commandeered. He's going to have to start doing research on the options - but he wants to hold her just a little longer.