As far as the third point goes, he'll be damned if he thinks about it on any level. The world is full of lonely men who misread colleagues' kindness as attraction, and Fox Mulder has no intention of joining the club. He's seen how hard she works to be taken seriously in the field; assuming she looks at him and sees anything other than a friend would only undermine her efforts.
(That people look at her and don't see a force of nature is going to baffle him to the end of his days. He wouldn't believe it if he hadn't seen it for himself - the reality of her is self-evident, as far as he's concerned.)
(Not that he's thinking about any of this consciously. Not on a regular basis, anyway. But buried somewhere deep, informing everything else, it's there.)
"Sure." He's already wandering toward his bedroom, half-absorbed by trying to crack his neck. "Bathroom's over here."
He, at least, has some more clothes in the otherwise empty bedroom. Enough that he can shuck off yesterday's jeans and t-shirt and replace them with today's. The chunk missing from his hair is still kind of a problem, and he could stand to shave, but it doesn't seem all that important compared to Scully's request for coffee. Every day in Sumarlok feels like a day off, so far, and on a morning like this, he's a little lazy.
Back in the living room, he's checking his palm pilot with a grimace when Scully comes back out. "We might have to put shopping on hold. Looks like I'll be a little short until the end of the month."
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(That people look at her and don't see a force of nature is going to baffle him to the end of his days. He wouldn't believe it if he hadn't seen it for himself - the reality of her is self-evident, as far as he's concerned.)
(Not that he's thinking about any of this consciously. Not on a regular basis, anyway. But buried somewhere deep, informing everything else, it's there.)
"Sure." He's already wandering toward his bedroom, half-absorbed by trying to crack his neck. "Bathroom's over here."
He, at least, has some more clothes in the otherwise empty bedroom. Enough that he can shuck off yesterday's jeans and t-shirt and replace them with today's. The chunk missing from his hair is still kind of a problem, and he could stand to shave, but it doesn't seem all that important compared to Scully's request for coffee. Every day in Sumarlok feels like a day off, so far, and on a morning like this, he's a little lazy.
Back in the living room, he's checking his palm pilot with a grimace when Scully comes back out. "We might have to put shopping on hold. Looks like I'll be a little short until the end of the month."