Despite Booth's assurances that nothing had happened, and from what Hannah understood nothing had happened, Booth and Brennan had been more than just partners. More than the friends Booth had insisted they were. Sex wasn't everything in a relationship and even if they hadn't taken that step, they had never been just friends.
Brennan traced her fingertip around the rim of her empty glass. She had always struggled with interpersonal relationships, but even she could tell this situation was awkward. "Yes," she finally answered. "I'm going to move."
"On," Hannah added after a pause, thinking Brennan had forgotten to add the word to the end of the sentence. She watched Brennan's finger circle the glass and wondered how many of those she had emptied before Hannah arrived. "You're going to move on."
Nodding, Brennan signaled for two more drinks. She pondered how many more she could drink before she should call a cab, then decided she was too tired to do the math. Math that would, of course, be simple for her to complete. However, even the simple calculations eluded her. "Yes," she agreed. "I'm moving on by moving. Away," she clarified. "Away from D.C. To a different part of the country." The drinks were making her explain this badly.
Hannah put a hand on her arm, her eyes widening in shock. "You're leaving D.C.?" she asked, making no effort to hide the shock in her voice. "Does Booth know?"
Does Booth know? Brennan repeated the phrase in her head. Maybe if they were friends like they used to be she would have discussed it with him first. But they weren't. They hadn't been since that night on the steps…