(The Lance to the Heart)
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Slumped on the couch, Booth let his head rest on the back of the couch as he allowed himself to think about the loss of his friend and felt a tear escape his lashes. He'd never had very many friends in his life and to lose one who was so young was just so unbelievable.
Aware that Booth was in mourning, Brennan sat down on the couch and placed her hand on his knee. "Do you need space?"
Opening is eyes, Booth turned to stare at his wife. "No, not really. I'm just sad right now. I know you are too. Maybe we can be sad together." Moving his arm around her shoulders he pulled her against his body. "He was just 29 years old. Damn it, he didn't even make it to 30. How is that fair?"
Certain his question was rhetorical, Brennan chose not to answer the question. Instead she had one of her own. "Why were you friends with Sweets? You had nothing in common and you considered him to be a pest."
"At first I did." Thinking about it, Booth decided to answer truthfully. If there was anyone on this wretched planet that he could be honest with it was with his partner. "I don't have a lot of friends."
If there was one thing Brennan knew, it was that Booth had a lot of friends. "That's not true. You have a lot of friends."
Snorting, Booth shook his head. "No, I really don't. I have guys that I know that I consider to be buddies, but that doesn't make them my friends . . . When you're friends with someone you share things about yourself. Friends know your past . . . your history. I don't have a history I like to share. You know why."
Thoughtfully, Brennan considered what he'd said and she realized that what he'd said was true for him. "But you considered Sweets a friend. You liked him a lot."
Her statement was true and he was willing to admit it. "Yeah, I considered him to be a friend because it was easy. He knew all about me. He knew about my Dad . . . Iraq . . . my . . . my rage for a better word. He knew all of that and he liked me and who doesn't want to be friends with someone when they don't give a shit about your past? He knew everything about me and he didn't care. I didn't have to explain myself to him because he knew who I was. So yeah he was my friend and I miss him even if he was a pain in the ass sometimes. He was . . . a sweet guy."
Tears filling her lashes, Brennan blinked and felt them slowly wind down her cheeks. "He was a very sweet man. Christine loved him and she is a good judge of character just like her father. He was a good friend to both of us . . . our baby duck."
The image of Sweets being a baby duck following them around made him smile. "Yeah . . . you know who else I consider a great friend of mine . . . my best friend?" Moving so that both arms were now around her, Booth leaned closer and whispered. "Hey best friend."
"Me?" Leery of being called his best friend, Brennan protested. "I'm your partner and wife. I am not your best friend . . . You need a wider world and it's not safe to make me all things to you."
Kissing her cheek, Booth spoke softly. "You are my world Bones. You make me feel safe and you are all things to me."
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