She's sure the touching helps, but not so sure it's a question of synchrony; the irony of being here so long alone is, Mulder has long been the person who offers tactile support and affection, and here where it's a literal physical need she's had to learn to let herself relax around someone else. She's had lovers who touched her less than her partner, at least outside the context of sex.

His tacit offer to stay out of her way is endearing, but the truth is when she's a snake she wants nothing more than to curl up around a warm, willing body and doze off in the sun, but that's a whole other can of worms to try to explain. She reaches to brush his grassy hair off his forehead.

"You should try to get a little more sleep."