She usually loved the takeout deli sandwiches, enough that she didn't mind eating them in the dungeon of their office. He ate the rest of it without even noticing what it was, wondering how he could possibly still have such an appetite. She finished off the file, hitting the save sequence with that little Scully flair of fingers. Yesterday, in a restaurant, she had leaned on the table a moment too long. And in Skinner's office, before that, grabbed the edge of Skinner's big desk, held onto it.
Psycho 's on tonight.
She shrugged, busily tapping her files into neat stacks. They probably cut it. She was messing with her scarf and purse. He stood up, knowing he'd never be able to sit at home by himself with that angle of her wrist in his mind. She might fall.