Bones saw his desperation and felt her resolve weakening. "Not never," she said. "Just…for a little while. Until I get settled."
How could she do this to him? They were friends, partners. "What excuses are you giving yourself to make this move okay? What is the logical side of your brain telling you?"
"They aren't excuses," she cried. "Every day I stay here I die a little more. I can't pretend anymore, Booth," she confessed. What words could she use to make him understand. "I can't watch you with Hannah and pretend that I'm okay with it. I have to move on, too. This is the only I can."
"And the best plan you could come up with is to run away from everyone who's ever cared for you. To cut us out of your life?" He brushed past her to grab what was left of his beer from the counter.
"Not everyone," Bones said quietly behind him. "Angela, Cam, they know where I'm going."
He tossed the bottle into the sink where it landed with a crash. He turned in time to see her flinch. That little movement had his anger draining away with what was left of his beer. "So I'm the only one you won't be speaking to." It wasn't a question.
"Yes, Booth," she answered bluntly. There were no more tears. She was done crying over spilled…over whatever was spilled. Her decisions were made.
"And there's no changing your mind?"
"No."
Booth sighed and rubbed both hands over his face. "Angela knows where you're going? You gave her your plans? When you expect to get there?"
Brennan allowed a small smile to cross her face. Same Booth. No matter what happened between them he would make sure the people he cared for were safe.