Sonny: New Found Glory
I took a deep, calming breath and wiped my eyes. My make up had all gone now, and my make up bag was still in my cra- typical that today was the one day I forget it- but at least I didn't have mascara dribbled down my cheeks anymore.
It had been two weeks since Dad's funeral, two weeks since…since that case, and I'd thought things were getting better. People had stopped calling and everyone else was just as determined as I had been since the start to get back to normal life.
Until lunchtime. Mulder had said something and it just got to me. Suddenyl I was standing, walking as fast as I could to the bathroom.
I pushed the door open and barrelled into Mulder. He had been waiting out there for me. He said nothing, but took my hand and squeezed it, then nodded, and continued to talk about something irrelevant.
I knew then that this man understood me. He was a gift from the gods.