Brennan unlocked her door to see Booth waiting on her couch. She almost groaned, but managed to swallow it thickly. It had already been a long day; saying good-bye to people she considered family had been harder than she expected it to be.
Now, the man she was running from was sitting on her couch with a confused look in his eyes. For a moment, she considered simply turning around and walking back out the door.
Instead, Brennan threw her keys on the table and went in the kitchen for a glass of water and aspirin. If she didn't already have a headache, she would after the alcohol and this conversation.
Booth followed her into the kitchen and opened the fridge. He stopped short, realizing the only things in there were a bottle of orange juice and one last bottle of beer. Recovering, he grabbed the beer and twisted the cap off.
"Hannah says you're leaving," he said.
Brennan watched his throat move as he swallowed the beer. "Yes," she said finally, "I'm leaving."
"Taking a vacation?" he asked. There was no concern in his voice, but his eyes weren't hiding his emotions as well. "Malaki wasn't long enough for you?"
"Maluku," Brennan corrected wondering why she bothered. He hadn't said the name right since the day she left. "And it's not a vacation."
The bottle hit the counter with a thud. "You're really leaving?" he asked. "I thought Hannah misunderstood you."
"Did she even wait until I was out the door before she dialed?" Brennan asked. Her voice was tinged with annoyance. "What is it with the two of you?"
Booth's eyes widened, but his voice remained level. "The two of us? We're a couple. We share things. This conversation isn't about us anyway."
"It isn't about us either. There is no us, remember?"