"Scully." Around a mouthful of burger - not the most auspicious way to reply. So he chews and swallows before he goes on. "You already left. How could you make things worse?"
Okay, even Mulder, the wronged party in his own mind, has to admit that that's cruel. There's no room for an apology in him at the moment - or ever, possibly - but he tries to clarify, the look on his face pure wait, let's walk that back.
(He maybe doesn't deserve the chance to rephrase it, but damned if he's not going to try. He's missed her so much, even if he can't keep hurt and cynicism from surfacing.)
"I'm not expecting you to be on call for me. If you don't respond, you don't respond." Like it's that easy. He'd like to imagine, though, that he'll let go an unanswered text in favor of a long run or an Outer Limits marathon.
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Okay, even Mulder, the wronged party in his own mind, has to admit that that's cruel. There's no room for an apology in him at the moment - or ever, possibly - but he tries to clarify, the look on his face pure wait, let's walk that back.
(He maybe doesn't deserve the chance to rephrase it, but damned if he's not going to try. He's missed her so much, even if he can't keep hurt and cynicism from surfacing.)
"I'm not expecting you to be on call for me. If you don't respond, you don't respond." Like it's that easy. He'd like to imagine, though, that he'll let go an unanswered text in favor of a long run or an Outer Limits marathon.