A/N :It took a ridiculous amount of time for me to edit this today. Hopefully, it was worth it.
Disclaimer: Bones does not belong to me. Title taken from Vince Gill's song Everything and Nothing.
He opened the container of mee krob, tilting it towards her in a silent offer. Always attempting to take care of her. It should annoy her, but she expected - enjoyed - it now.
He was many things. A study in contradictions. Booth the protector, the father. Sexy without being overtly so. Darkness and light. Sometimes, when his past came flooding back, he'd retreat. Lately, she felt him reaching out. Towards her. She loved him for it - all of it. She couldn't say it aloud yet. She could barely admit it to herself, but she knew it was true. She loved him.
