by Christy

"Mulder stuffed a bottle into a side pocket and thought of the luggage packed into his trunk, thought of unpacking their contents into the drawers he and Scully had cleared out the previous night. He thought of his belongings mixing with hers, with the baby gear that now had the run of her apartment. He wondered how long it would take before his stuff and hers became inextricable, indistinguishable."


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