"Booth, can I ask you a question?"
"Of course, Bones. Anything."
"Well, why didn't you call me?"
He pulled back to look in her eyes. Hadn't they just covered this?
"Bones, I just told you…I thought you knew…you were on my list, and…I'm not sure how many times I can tell you…"
"No, I mean, I get that. You thought I knew…so, why didn't you call me? If you thought I knew, why couldn't we talk? Why didn't you call me then?"
Oh…
"Well…I wasn't really supposed to do that. Trust me, I picked up the phone about a dozen times a day. I thought you knew, and part of that is no communication…"
"Oh, okay. I believe you."
"Thank you."
She turned to lay her back against his chest.
"You thought about calling me?"
Booth knew this was an important moment. Everything up to this point could be counted as two partners comforting each other after a hard day, but this…he took a chance.
"Yes, I thought about you, a lot."
She pulled one of his hands into hers.
"I did cry, you know."
"Hmmm?"
"I cried. When I heard you were dead. That night…"
"Bones, you don't have to do this."
"No, I want to. I know I told Sweets I compartmentalized it, and I have, but that first night, and the night you were shot…"
'I know Bones."