"It looks like we have time now." Nothing's really settled, but he's not sure anything can be. So much depends on the end of this pregnancy, and on what they'll be able to get away with under the Bureau's nose. When William's here, maybe they'll be able to say more; maybe they'll find a way to have everything they want.

In the moment, he's wrapping both arms around Scully, hugging her in against his side. She needs comfort right now, and so does he. Hell, maybe William needs this, too, the unconscious knowledge that his parents are safe and - for the moment - content. "Besides, you tell me every day."

It's an easy out, if she wants it; he knows perfectly well that asking her to shout I love you from the rooftops would be unfair.