"Oh -" He's sitting up a little straighter, hands a little lighter on her form, halfway concerned she might run off. Shit, Scully, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to - But she has an explanation at hand, and he accepts it, settling back in and holding on just a little tighter. "That's okay. I hear your hormones are completely out of whack these days."

Telling her the kinds of things he's always longed to, how much he loves her and all the ways he does, probably doesn't help. Mulder pecks her head, trying for levity. "Want a tissue, or is my shirt good?"