Pairing: Mulder/Krycek of The X-Files
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Notes: For literati, who only begs a little bit each week for a slashthedrabble drabble of her own. *smooch*.
A good night's sleep in a comfortable bed had long ago become something he wouldn't risk. The catnaps he grabbed, in cars and deeply shadowed corners, were damnable inconveniences at best. They stole his time, precious time. Time when he should be watching, standing guard, taking care.
And now food - its acquisition, its consumption, its remains - was becoming a constant irritant within his oystershell of watchful silence. Every time he left to grab a sandwich or some soup he returned convinced that something had gone wrong...
Mulder needed him right where he was, keeping him safe. He could eat later.