"Mulder, what are you doing?"
Normally, Scully's questioning of everything he does doesn't even get his attention; normally, he tunes her out. But when she lets herself into his apartment, stands silently in his living room and then suddenly speaks, he can't help but notice- not startle like a scared cat, certainly not- but he notices.
"Star Trek marathon, Scully." He holds out a bowl of popcorn to her. She frowns.
"Really? That's why you called me? Star Trek?"
"Space. The final frontier." He smiles his best smile, this time opening his arms.
"Alright." She concedes, and crawls into them.