Scully reached her gloved hand down to Mulder's, as they walked off side by side, to give him comfort, to reassure him that everything was okay. Scully had intended it to be a quick fleeting touch made by fingers, but as they walked he cupped their hands together.
It was cold outside and their was snow lining the almost deserted street. Even through her leather gloves she could feel the cold biting at her finger tips, it was as though Mulder could sense her thoughts; he repositioned his hand around hers, locking their fingers together. They carried on walking, neither of them uttered a word, neither of them looked down, until Mulder. He took a glance at their hands entwined, Scully was still looking straight ahead and he felt that this was a wining line of enquirery, so to speak. He removed his hand from Scully's grip and peeled off her glove, she finally looked at him, a soft look of confusion in her eyes, but still said nothing as he slipped it into her coat pocket. She knew what he wanted so they stopped walking for a moment, only long enough for Scully to slip her hand inside Mulder's glove. Their arms were crossed in-between them as they continued to amble up the street where they had left the car hours before. It was nice, his and her hand inside his glove, she slipped her fingers around his, once again locking them together.
It was the type of situation that didn't require words or any sound at all, it just was what it was; strangely intimate, their palms touching inside his one glove, their hands warming together. It was an unspoken pact of what their relationship had become, intimate, codependent.
It was cold outside and their was snow lining the almost deserted street. Even through her leather gloves she could feel the cold biting at her finger tips, it was as though Mulder could sense her thoughts; he repositioned his hand around hers, locking their fingers together. They carried on walking, neither of them uttered a word, neither of them looked down, until Mulder. He took a glance at their hands entwined, Scully was still looking straight ahead and he felt that this was a wining line of enquirery, so to speak. He removed his hand from Scully's grip and peeled off her glove, she finally looked at him, a soft look of confusion in her eyes, but still said nothing as he slipped it into her coat pocket. She knew what he wanted so they stopped walking for a moment, only long enough for Scully to slip her hand inside Mulder's glove. Their arms were crossed in-between them as they continued to amble up the street where they had left the car hours before. It was nice, his and her hand inside his glove, she slipped her fingers around his, once again locking them together.
It was the type of situation that didn't require words or any sound at all, it just was what it was; strangely intimate, their palms touching inside his one glove, their hands warming together. It was an unspoken pact of what their relationship had become, intimate, codependent.