continued from x / @dubitavero​

        Clarice makes a mental note that she should check on the soup she left in the microwave before Scully fell asleep. 

       “Don’t even bother with that bull, Dana. This is what friends do.”

       She plops onto the bed and places the backside of her hand against Scully’s forehead. A slight frown ensues, but she’s thankful it’s Friday afternoon; otherwise, she’s sure Scully would force her out of the way and head to work, sickness and all.

       “You want me to start you a movie or anything? I’m gonna go warm some soup.”