#sometimes these two manage to act like they love each other
msr | post s9 | words: 1,060
“C’mon, Scully,” He urges with a boyish grin that’s impossible to find on other men in their forties, “just close your eyes and follow me.”
“Mulder, be reasonable,” she chides while extending a hand to grab a hold onto the hem of his t-shirt, “I don’t wanna trip.”
“You won’t,” he promises and reaches behind to grab her hand. “Here, hold onto my hand. We don’t need a blindfold, do we? No peeking, Scully.”
“Just walk slow.”
