Don't get too used to it, Mulder. A lifetime of careful repression is not so easily undone-- just set aside in the heat of the moment. (She'll try. Because she loves him, and he should know it. Because William should know how much his parents love each other. Because she wants to be the sort of person to whom it comes easily.)

With a soft sigh she relaxes against him, and apart from the prolonged crying jag that's left her eyes faintly itchy, everything in the world is perfect.

"This is a really bad movie," she murmurs after a bit, quietly delighted.