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Dana still can’t explain what she did or didn’t see tonight, but she is reasonably confident Mulder isn’t dangerous, despite his rather out-there beliefs. They fall into surprisingly easy conversation as he walks her home. She knew he was funny, his dry humor making frequent appearances in the Psych recitations, but there’s also an endearing earnestness to him that she didn’t expect.
“Rain’s stopped. I might go for a run later, if you wanna tag along.”
“Not interested, thank you,” she says, smiling. “I’ve had enough running for one night.”
“Some other time?”
She considers a moment, then nods. “Maybe.”