Mulder didn't seem too surprised to find Chavez on his doorstep, even though it was well past two in the morning. Then again, they'd gone through all this three years ago.

"What'd you do?" Mark asked as he let the slight dark man into the house, casually, without much care for the answer.

"Hell if I know," Eric answered, equally dismissive.

"Bed or couch?" Mulder questioned, turning to face him. Chavez just gazed steadily at him, as if he shouldn't have had to ask.

Mulder shrugged, opening the door to his bedroom. "I thought things were different this time," he said mildly.

"Yeah, well," Chavez said, and then shut him up.