Things had been...strange since your trip to Dallas. From the kid Fox killed because he thought he was a vampire, to Fox getting drugged and singing on the floor of your motel. You sat in your shared office now, and he scrunched up a piece of paper- missing the bin. "Mulder" you start, and he points at you. "Don't...don't even start with me" He groans before getting up, kicking the bin around and stomping on it. You watched with a raised eyebrow as he leans back against his desk