Booth felt surprisingly nervous as he stepped into the diner. He had a pretty good idea of what Hannah wanted to talk to him about. He could tell these sorts of things- even over the phone. He stuck his hand in his pocket and gripped the poker chip tightly.

He glanced around the small restaurant and spotted Hannah sitting in a corner table starring out the window. Booth sighed; it was either now or never. He moved between the waitresses and various customers of the lunch time rush.

He noticed, with a ping of guilt, that she didn't even bother to look at him as he sat down.

"Hey," she said, after a moment.

"Hey," he replied, folding his hands nervously on the table. There were another few moments of awkward silence before, "So you said you wanted to talk to me about something?"

Hannah nodded and turned to look at him. "I don't really know how to go about this, so I guess I'll just say it. I don't think that this is going to work out. It was a mistake coming to DC in the first place. You mentioned that it probably wouldn't be the best idea if I came back with you, but I thought, 'Why the hell not? Live a little.' And this is what I get for my trouble."

Booth looked at her earnestly. He wanted to say something- anything, anything to make her feel better, but in the end, everything she said was true. He had told her that it probably wouldn't work once they returned to the States. And he was caught completely off guard when she showed up a month ago, ready for them to pick up right where they had left off.

"I'm sorry," Booth said quietly, taking her hand in his. She rolled her lips in and nodded. "But I'm glad that you came. It wasn't a waist." Yes, it was. "At least we tried, right? And besides, what we had back in Afghanistan was good."

"But not good enough," she replied sadly, extracting her hand.

"I'm sorry, Hannah," Booth said desperately. "I don't know what you want me to say."

"You don't have to say anything, Seeley." The way she was looking at him was ripping him apart inside. He did care about her, really, he did. But Hannah was right- he didn't care about her enough. "I saw the way you looked at her; the way she looked at you. You two didn't have to say anything, to each other or anyone else."

There was a moment of silence, not awkward or uncomfortable, but silence, before Booth spoke. "You're right. I shouldn't have put you through any of that, and for that I'm truly sorry. But I do love you. You're a wonderful woman and if I was any form of sane we would not be doing this right now. But you're right," he sighed, looking down at the table, "It's not enough. Not right now anyway." No other woman could ever be enough.

Hannah nodded and stood. "I understand, Seeley, and I'm not mad."

"I think this might have been easier if you were," Booth replied with a half smile. Hannah smiled back, but there was something extremely sad in it- he didn't like it, it wasn't her natural smile that lit up entire rooms.

"Good bye, Seeley." She leaned down and kissed the top of his head lightly, before turning on her heal and making her way out through the lunch crowd.