Walter Skinner stumbled naked and bleary-eyed into the bathroom, discovered his lover already there, and stopped briefly on his way to the toilet to give Fox Mulder a quick kiss and a pat on his towel clad ass. He mumbled something resembling "Good morning," and Mulder returned the kiss, then frowned as Walter moved on to relieve himself.

"Morning breath, Walter," he grumped, not totally unhappy about it.

Skinner flushed and nudged Mulder aside with his hip as he ran water in the sink to wash his hands and face. Mulder fussed with his hair for a moment or two, then turned his attention to watching his lover in the mirror as the older man reached for toothbrush and toothpaste, still mostly asleep.

"Oh my god!" he suddenly exclaimed, making Walter's eyes snap open as he turned to face his lover, still clutching his toothbrush in one hand, and squeezing the middle of the toothpaste tube with the other.

"What?"  Skinner didn't know what Mulder was on about now, but knowing him as he did, he suspected it could be anything from an alien in the bathtub, to the sudden realization that Skinner had an interesting birthmark on his left butt cheek, which up to now had gone undiscovered.

It was neither.

"Now I know where I learned it! I have to call Scully." And he was out the door, leaving Walter alone with an early morning headache and his toothbrush.