Son
"It's been a long week," Skinner said to his exhausted agent, trying to get Mulder to finally rest now that the killer had been caught. " Time to pack it in, son."
Mulder reared back as if struck. "I'm not your son. Don't call me that. Even he didn't call me that." More quickly than any man that run down had a right to move, he grabbed Skinner, kissing him long and hard, bruising the other man's lips. Just as abruptly he let him go. Mulder said bitterly, "Now you can call me a cocksucking faggot, like he used to--with more reason."
Skinner looked at the other man who was already bracing to be hit, and for once knew that the right thing to say was, in fact, the only thing he could say. "No, now I can call you lover."