Mulder sleeps, and eventually he wakes to the sensation of his arm being pulled nearer, and he's pretty sure this is the closest he'll ever get to understanding what Scully feels when she walks into a church. Opening his eyes and finding sunlit hair and soft curves under his hands is a miracle.

He's still groggy, but it's the kind of muzzy sleepiness that means they could lie here all day and it'd be the best use of their time Mulder could think of.

"Hey," he murmurs, and this kiss ends up in her hair, pressed somewhere around the base of her skull. "You awake?"