"Hannah!" Booth yelled, walking through the door. He took off his coat as he walked, throwing it over a chair. He figured he would take enough time for a quick shower, because he had no intention of entering the apartment again until he found Bones.
"Back here," she answered.
Booth entered their shared bedroom to find Hannah packing a suitcase. "Are you leaving?"
"Yeah," she said with a smile. "For a couple of days. You just caught me before I left." Hannah looked up from the suitcase to notice his mood. Her smile faded. "Is something wrong, Seeley?"
Booth ran both hands through his hair. "Bones was in an accident," he said. The simplest explanation seemed the easiest at this point.
"Oh my God, Seeley! Is she okay? Where is she?"
Ignoring the questions, Booth looked around the room. Hannah had been here for several months, yet there was very little of her in the apartment. In the past years he'd managed a relationship with no sex, and sex with no relationship. He wondered briefly if he'd ever get both at the same time.
"Seeley," Hannah said. "What is going on?"
Moving to the dresser, Booth emptied his pockets slowly, wondering how to begin the conversation. Hannah, I'm still in love with Bones, certainly didn't seem like the best place to start.
Hannah noticed the tension in his shoulders and started the conversation for him. "Should I pack the rest of my stuff after I finish with the suitcase?"
Booth turned and crossed his arms over his chest. "I think that might be best."
She nodded, but didn't appear that upset by his answer, which told him everything he needed to know. "Did Brennan's accident help you figure out some things?"
"Yeah," he said, pinching the bridge of his nose. "It's made some things clearer to me."