Booth ran his hand through his hair. "Of course, I remember," he said shortly. "But I seem to recall that the reason there is no 'us' is because of you."

Brennan sighed and put the glass into the sink. Walking past him, she moved into the living room. Most of the items had already been shipped or stored. What little remained would be put into her rental in the morning.

Booth watched her walk away. He'd already noticed how empty her place was and a spark of fear had settled into his chest making it feel hot. Nervously, he rubbed that spot, trying to make it go out.

"You're right," Brennan said plainly. "I refused to take a chance that night. I told you I couldn't change and you told me you had to move on. And you did, with Hannah. Well, now it's my turn."

He stopped rubbing his chest and looked at her. She looked tired, with dark circles under her eyes. "And this is how you move on? We are partners, Bones. We solve murders together. We make a difference," he reminded her.

"We were partners," Brennan said, disgusted to feel her eyes filling. Angrily, she took a deep breath and closed them until they were dry. "We haven't been the same since that night at the Hoover Building. And since Hannah arrived, it's been even worse."

Booth shoved his hands in his pockets, playing with the items he always kept there. "Listen Bones, I know things have been uncomfortable the last week or so -"

"The last week!" she interrupted. She opened her eyes wide. The volume of her own voice brought on the headache she was dreading. "It's been uncomfortable for months."