Neatly lined up with an assortment of cleaning supplies. The condo might be unfamiliar, but it's arranged according to classic Scully sensibilities. He's lived with her long enough that it must be easy to guess.
When they'd moved into the house, it had felt so incredibly good just to know they could stay. No more fake names, no stash of forged IDs, no counting down the days until they had to move on. That sense of promise had been intoxicating. And though she'd left-- she loves the house, still. She loves him.
And if both of them can bend a little, here and there... Then, maybe, they don't break.
She starts to pry up a frostbitten stack of microwave dinners.
"Not as bad as losing power in the morgue," she points out.
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Neatly lined up with an assortment of cleaning supplies. The condo might be unfamiliar, but it's arranged according to classic Scully sensibilities. He's lived with her long enough that it must be easy to guess.
When they'd moved into the house, it had felt so incredibly good just to know they could stay. No more fake names, no stash of forged IDs, no counting down the days until they had to move on. That sense of promise had been intoxicating. And though she'd left-- she loves the house, still. She loves him.
And if both of them can bend a little, here and there... Then, maybe, they don't break.
She starts to pry up a frostbitten stack of microwave dinners.
"Not as bad as losing power in the morgue," she points out.