Mulder suddenly looks rather sad. After a long quiet moment, he starts yammering about their next case, but can't manage to complete a sentence. "All this...because I didn't get you a desk?" he asks sadly. Scully glares up at him. They stare at each other. "Not everything is about you, Mulder," Scully finally tells him. "This is my life." Mulder looks at her for a long time. "Yes, but it's my...." He doesn't finish the sentence. Scully just stares at him for a long moment, then finally looks down at her lap. Mulder looks up at the ceiling. After a great shot of the two of them sitting there in silence, both looking completely miserable and uncomfortable and angry and frustrated, we fade out. Good times.