Why a Hannah POV? I'm not really a fan of this "Hannah thing", but I'm more disappointed about how the writers manage to describe this character than the character itself. It seems like Booth and Hannah have just a relationship "with a bed" more than "between them".
So I just tried to imagine her point of view about Booth and Brennan, because we know so little about her, it wasn't easy, but I would like to try... so here I am.
And don't hate me! I'm always and forever a B&B shipper!
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Jealousy
He never touches her in your presence.
You suppose that this is a sign of respect towards you.
Seeley is the most respectful man you've ever known, in so many ways.
He doesn't touch her, but he looks at her.
And you see it.
He told you that after five years of partnership it is normal to have a relationship like theirs, living constantly so close, protecting each other, creating a special bond, and you wanted to believe him.
You look at him from the bar stool, while you are waiting for your cocktail.
She is speaking with Cam now, and Seeley seems to be more relaxed, but you can see that he looks at her with the intensity of a scanner. He thinks he will not be seen because he is covering his face with the glass of beer he is bringing to his lips, but you see him.
That's not the kind of look you address to your partner.
It's not even the look he addresses to you.
You don't have any doubt about his feelings; you know that Seeley is too good to betray you.
Everything in your life has always been incredibly fast: your career, the awards you have won, the task as war correspondent, meeting Seeley, your feelings for him, returning to Washington, you and him living together.
This is your rhythm, you're used to it, you're comfortable with this pace.
You.
But... him?
Sometimes you ask yourself this question, but from this point of view - and you have to admit, from others too - Seeley remains an enigma. You know your relationship makes him happy, but is he serene too?
Would a serene man look at another woman besides you like that? Would his eyes examine her face as if he was trying to solve a mystery?
Is it guilt that light you see in his eyes? Or regret?
They really are just partners?
What kind of power is this woman, apparently so cold and empirical, hiding? Why do you feel as if she owns the key to a mystery which you don't even know the substance of?
You shrug your shoulders uncomfortably. You've never been the kind of woman that experiences jealousy; you're too sure of yourself to feel this kind of sentiment.
Yes, well, that's good. You are too sure of yourself. Seeley wants you. Seeley is your man and it's in his arms you'll sleep tonight, in your house. It's you that he loves. Only you.
And if you keep repeating that to yourself, perhaps, you'll be able to believe it for real.