"Aaron what's wrong." I sat on a garden bench. He paced back and forwards in front of me.
"I…" he started.
"Aaron It's me! You can talk to me."
"Ok…"
"Aaron come on…" he turned to face me.
"Stop. Let me talk. Please. It may take a while but just let me talk. You're a Brennan/Booth and I know that if I don't stop you know I'll never get this out." I nodded.
"Ok…" he sat down next to me. "I'm sorry I didn't call from London. There's so much going on at the moment and I took the opportunity to sort it all out. That's firstly why I didn't call. Now I met my mother…" he smiled. "my biological mother or whatever. She was very sick. As in on her last legs. She died three weeks after I got there. But it was ok. She was peaceful. She'd wanted to talk to me before she… you know. She told me she couldn't have kept me. Loved me the way I deserved and that she was thrilled how things had turned out for me. I have a half brother and a half sister. They're in their twenties. She apologised Maddy and then she died." I took his hand. Not talking like he'd asked. "But it's ok. Angela is my mother. This woman just needed to see me before she died. I helped her. All she wanted was to know where I got in life and to let me know I had family here. I only stayed around the extra fortnight to finish clearing my head. And to get to know my… siblings. God that still sounds weird." We both laughed. He stopped.
"I…"
"Ah no talking!" I smiled. "I'm clear. And I've finally decided I need to tell you something." He stood back up. "Maddy I… I'm…" I stood up.
"Don't!" I said knowing exactly what he was about to say. I saw his face fall.
"What."
"Don't ruin us. Everyone's been telling me all year that… this will happen. But I'm just terrified it'll ruin us." I said looking towards the ground. "We're best friends. There's a line. We can't. I can't" I shook my head. Looking up he was right in front of me.
"Well I can." He reached forward and took my face in his hand and kissed me. That was all it took and I was gone. He pulled back and lent his forehead against mine. "is there still a line." He whispered.
"What's a line?" I said with tears rolling down my cheeks.