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She burst through the door, letting it slam behind her, and threw her keys on the table in frustration.

“Poopy day?” Mulder said, in a glib drawl, before turning his chin to really see her and adjusting his tone. “C’mere.”

His shoulder brushed her ear, blocking out one half of the world. “It’s nothing,” she said into a non-judgemental bicep.

“Sure,” he murmured, hand ridged under her hairline, massaging her knotted tendons. “Let me help you with that nothing.”