"Forty-two." These are the kinds of things worth keeping track of, naturally. Mulder glances over at her, his mouth tugging up at one corner. "But we can make it forty-three any time you want."

Said like a come-on, possibly because it is a come-on. This is so comfortable, so like before the abduction - only better, he thinks, because there's no real sense of secrecy tonight. She's here, she'll stay here, and anyone who's surprised by that can direct their commentary to the nearest hole in the ground. It's enough to make him want to say stay, move in - or I'll move in with you, or we'll find a new place -

It'll look different tomorrow, probably, but right now, he wants to believe.