[ She claims the bedroom, and he heads downstairs to find the picnic blanket - which, historically, hasn't spent most of its life folded messily on a shelf someplace. They should do more of this kind of thing, picnics and stargazing and screwing outside. And since the first two are probably going to be the easiest options when there's three of them, Mulder's all in favor of taking advantage of their opportunities to do the third.
He skips the wine, too, mostly because wine is a serious misnomer while Scully can't drink, and he wouldn't pour himself a glass of cabernet while she was stuck with carbonated apple juice. It'll just be them and the deer ticks out there. And, in a fit of inspiration, he strips down to his boxers and kicks his clothes under the porch swing. If a man can't wander around in his skivvies on his own plot of land, out where the population's so small they don't bother putting it on the city limits sign, then where can he?
Which is all to say that she'll find him stretched out in the late-afternoon sun, the softening flesh of an aging athlete on display. He's content with watching the clouds drift overhead, right up until he hears Scully's feet crunching over the wild plants. ]
Glad you could join me. Think that one [ pointing up at a cloud ] looks like an elephant?
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He skips the wine, too, mostly because wine is a serious misnomer while Scully can't drink, and he wouldn't pour himself a glass of cabernet while she was stuck with carbonated apple juice. It'll just be them and the deer ticks out there. And, in a fit of inspiration, he strips down to his boxers and kicks his clothes under the porch swing. If a man can't wander around in his skivvies on his own plot of land, out where the population's so small they don't bother putting it on the city limits sign, then where can he?
Which is all to say that she'll find him stretched out in the late-afternoon sun, the softening flesh of an aging athlete on display. He's content with watching the clouds drift overhead, right up until he hears Scully's feet crunching over the wild plants. ]
Glad you could join me. Think that one [ pointing up at a cloud ] looks like an elephant?