"How you doing, sweetie?" I heard Angela ask, as I leaned over the railing and looked down at my partner. It had been a month, and we worked even better than ever. What a horrible release valve, but still. And she was happy-- just not with me, in that way.
"Fine," I replied, looking over at Angela. She looked like I felt.
"We both really blew it, hunh?"
I nodded. It was true. "I told her I'd wait for her," I said quietly.
She snorted, her mouth twisting. "That's what I told him."
I offered the next part. She'd understand. "She told me she wanted me to be happy, and not to wait."
She smiled bitterly. "He did, too. What are you going to do?"
I gave her my own bittersweet smile, then looked down as I heard Bones laugh at some joke Hodgins made, watched her smile openly at him, slap him on the shoulder, then turn back to her remains.
"I'm going to wait anyway."
She patted my arm, then joined me in leaning over the rail. "Me too, sweetie, me too."
That was all there was to say at the moment, so we looked down. Waiting, together.