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Title: The Question Summary: He has to ask. "Mulder. Come in." When Scully had heard the knock on her door, she had tried not to get her hopes up. But here he was. "Hi." He entered hesitantly, as if he didn't know he was always welcome here, and he looked at her with guilt in his eyes. "I have to ask you something." "You can ask me anything, Mulder. Anything," she said, leading him to her sofa. He sighed. "But this is something I shouldn't have to ask you." "Mulder, I've been waiting for you to ask me," she assured him. He nodded, frowned a little, and continued to hesitate. She sat next to him on the sofa. "Ask me," she said. He took a deep breath and drew his shoulders back in resolve. She looked at him expectantly, and finally he spoke. "Scully, are you sure it's yours?"
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