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Dana scanned Mulder, looking for a sign of his attention. He was so focused on what he was reading, he didn't even notice the sound of Scully softly stomping her heeled boot. She found it annoying most of the time, but other days it was endearing. She adored the way his hair fell into his face, and how his thumb and index picked at the skin of his lips in contemplation, how his gaze buzzed around devouring the words of the page. She wondered how fast he could read. Or how much he even retained. She assumed a lot, by how absorbed he became.
Mulder shifts and brings his hand up to his face, scratching right in front of the ear. His arm dropped back down, and held the page up again. His legs were spread open, dress shoes passing over each other absentmindedly. If Mulder could study the unknown, the paranormal, Scully could study the eccentric, and wonderful.