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It was nearly two in the morning, and he was at it again. Your neighbor was making some kinds of ungodly noises, which figured since you had to be up early for work in a few hours.
You had never really seen the man, only a few times in passing, but you heard him have fits like this more often then you'd care to remember. However, this one seemed different, he was normally out of them by now. Was something else wrong? Was it more than just some kind of nightmare?
You kicked your covers off you and pulled on a robe over your pjs before grabbing your phone and heading out into the hallway. You knocked on his door, hoping it would be as simple as that; he would wake up and you could go back to sleep.
However, that isn't how it happened.
He quieted down right after you knocked, and came to the door.
"Who is it?" He asked skeptically.
"Hi, uh, I'm your neighbor? I wanted to see if you were alright." You said, "It sounded like you were having a night terror."
"Nope, I'm an insomniac." He said, "Work and all, the stress of it kind of... Gets to me."
"Oh, alright, I'll leave you alone then." You said, "Goodnight."
You started to leave and he opened his door, "Wait, thank you, for checking on me. That was very considerate."
You nodded, "What are neighbors for?"
After that you parted ways and you tried to catch some more sleep, but failed. And at 7:00, when you were making breakfast, there was a knock at your door.
"One minute." You called, wiping your hands on the nearby washcloth, "Coming."
You looked through the peep hole, and saw it was him again. You unlocked your door and pulled it open, "Morning, did you get any sleep?"
"No," he answered, adjusting the box of cereal he had under his arm, "I heard you up and figured we could eat together."
"Oh, yeah sure." You agreed, stepping aside to let him in, "Come on in."
He stepped through your doorframe and looked around, taking everything in as you shut the door. He then made his way to your table and set his bowl down, before pouring cereal in.
"So, what do you do?" You tried, setting your breakfast down near his, "I mean, what job is sp fantastic that it's worth never being able to sleep properly?"
"I work for the FBI." He said bluntly, borrowing a spoon, "Left mine at home."
"The FBI huh?" You asked, "I can see why you're so stressed. Whenever you watch a cop show their cases are always so intense."
He nodded, "That's the perfect word to describe it, intense... What do you do?"
"Well, I'm currently in between jobs, so I'm working retail." You explained, "Not so fun, but it pays alright."
He nodded in agreement before something dawned on him, "I never asked your name."
"I'm Y/N." You said, "And you're Fox right? Our mailboxes are next to each other's."
"Fox Mulder, yeah." He said, "What time do you have to go in? I don't want to hold you up."
"I have to be in for 8:00, so oh crap." You said, noticing the time, "I'm so sorry to do this, but I need to finish getting ready."
"Don't worry about it." He said picking up his bowl and box and heading towards the door, "Same time tomorrow or would you rather sometime in the afternoon?"
"How about later today, if we're both home?" You asked, moving your now empty plate to the sink.
"Perfect, see you then." He said, letting himself out and waving the spoon he had borrowed from you, "I'll remember to bring this back."
"See you later." You said, smiling at him as he left.
He sure beat the other neighbors, and maybe he was single too...