Having kissed Mulder, she waits for the world to end, waits with a tremulous smile and her hands on his knees.
No one has ever remotely stirred her as Mulder does with his long, warm body and the mischiefĀ and grief in his eyes, his uneasy quiescence, his loneliness, his tenderness, his rage. There haveĀ been times sheās wanted to kiss the worry out of his face, take him home to her bed and make himĀ forget the ferment of the world. There have been times sheās wanted to do all that right there inĀ the office, or the car, or where ever they happen to be. There have been times when sheās thoughtĀ she should quit her job and leave before association with him removes the last vestiges of herĀ sanity. Then he does something Mulderish - throws her his reynard grin, offers her Pez, saves herĀ life; and sheās back in the bittersweet thrall of his spooky, imbroglio world.