"Yeah," he agrees, lying, as he wraps first the towel and then his arms around her damp body. "It'll be okay. C'mon, Scully."

Walking them out of the steamy bathroom, toward her bed, he sits down at the edge of it, tugging her gently down beside him. In a couple minutes, he thinks, I'll get to work. In a couple minutes, I'll stop touching her and start finding a way back. For the moment, though, all he does is hold her.