I wasn’t a Scully looking for a Mulder, I was a person seeking some sort of mutual trust. I was a person who wanted to believe that two people with wildly different ways of being in the world, which is, let’s be honest, most any two people of any genders, could come to trust each other as a matter of pure instinct. That you didn’t need to believe all the same things, or have lived the same lives, in order for trust to be possible. That difference is just difference. It’s just human. It doesn’t need to activate into some perfect complementary cycle. It doesn’t need to be pathologized. You just have to believe the other person’s things are real and valid, too. You just need to know that if you called them, they would pick up the phone. That it would almost be beside the point to say, It’s me, because they would know
sweet