116: Him
He can think of a few times in his life where he's known he was screwed: catching sight of the MPs in the corner of his eye as he held his newborn son; being kissed by Felicia just before his outing as Cam's fake date to the Saroyan family birthday dinner; being unable to deny Bones her request to keep working together even though she'd just pulverized his heart. Now he knows he's screwed again.
Because the woman he's loved for six years loves him too. Because the woman he's loved for six months is the one he invited to move in. Because Seeley Booth has never cheated on a woman and he won't start now.
So he wavers back and forth, not really on if he should tell Hannah what he now knows about Bones but when and how. He tells Sweets he's not sure because he doesn't want to ruin the friendship between Bones and Hannah but they both know differently and he hates to admit he just needs to rip the band-aid off and get it over with. He can do this. Hopefully.
This is how he ends up at the Founding Fathers, carefully selecting every word that comes out of his mouth. He is going to have to go to confession later for the half-truths he told to quell Hannah's concerns. He just prays that it works. That they all survive this round.
Now he is sitting in his living room at home with a beer, watching a hockey game while the two most important women in his life go out for drinks. He wonders what they're doing: if they're having a good time; if they're talking about him. He tells himself that he should be happy Hannah isn't jealous and Bones isn't petty. But as the cool liquid slips down his throat he stops to consider what the future has in store for him now that these two are friends.
Yeah, he concludes, I'm screwed.