[ His arms wrap around her as soon as she's near enough, letting her maybe-cry into his sweater. The reality of holding her, the weight of her body beside his, ought to be reason enough to believe. The hallucinations hadn't had this kind of sensory truth to them, had they?
He can't quite remember, one way or another. He'd believed them, sure, but had he truly sensed anything? Or had his brain simply forgotten to notice that there were no smells in the air, no real heft to his service weapon? ]
Mutual abduction?
[ Something's happening, that's obvious by the way she buries her face in his chest. This isn't the Scully who'd lain next to him in the back of an ambulance, her dirty fingers wrapped around his. Sure, they'd almost died out there. Sure, it was one of their more ignoble brushes with eternity - what kind of madman would die in the Carolinas, given the choice? - but they'd both lived. Probably. It's not the kind of thing that leaves either of them broken up for long. ]
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He can't quite remember, one way or another. He'd believed them, sure, but had he truly sensed anything? Or had his brain simply forgotten to notice that there were no smells in the air, no real heft to his service weapon? ]
Mutual abduction?
[ Something's happening, that's obvious by the way she buries her face in his chest. This isn't the Scully who'd lain next to him in the back of an ambulance, her dirty fingers wrapped around his. Sure, they'd almost died out there. Sure, it was one of their more ignoble brushes with eternity - what kind of madman would die in the Carolinas, given the choice? - but they'd both lived. Probably. It's not the kind of thing that leaves either of them broken up for long. ]
C'mon, Scully, what's wrong?