Summary: It's not a safe house if people can see in. Drabble.
Disclaimer: They ain't mine, though I'm not sure CC and 1013 would recognize them as theirs, either.
"It's not a safe house," Krycek pointed out, "if people can see in."
Mulder drew a hand across his forehead and went to search the closet shelves. When he returned with an armful of heavy beige cloth, Krycek was sitting on the floor, leaning his head against the wall.
Mulder's fingers were thick with cold as he tried to push the hooks into their narrow pockets. He felt Krycek's eyes on him. "You could help," Mulder said.
Krycek gave him a stony glare. Mulder's eyes fell to the glove at the end of Krycek's left sleeve. He bit his lip.