Mulder hadn't actually thought ahead to what he'd follow up her name with; he just hadn't wanted to stop talking, despite the fact that he's crashing hard. Sleeping's great, sure, but now that he's got an arm wrapped around Scully, he doesn't actually want to miss a moment of lying here beside her.

There's a relevant but truly terrible Aerosmith song he's resolutely not thinking about.

But now she's waiting, and he should probably say something. Anything. (Well, anything besides I love you, which seems like a one-way ticket back to lazing around in bed alone. Besides, she knows.) He dips his head, kissing the edge of a shoulder blade. "'m glad you're here."