"What did you do with Sweets after you took him from the office?" Booth asked when they were on the road again.
"Hauled him down to limbo, tied him up and left him there for a little while," Hodgins explained with a straight face.
Booth raised an eyebrow at him. "Really?"
"No," Hodgins said with a smirk. "I exiled him to his office and told him to do something useful like filling out paperwork."
"That explains why he filled out that vacation request," Booth said.
"Wow! He actually found something useful to do. I'm actually kind of impressed."
Booth grimaced and looked out the window. "I said some things to him I probably shouldn't have."
Hodgins nodded and kept his eyes on the road. "Like admitting you're still in love with Dr. B.?"
"I was thinking about the numerous times I threatened to shoot him. But that's another one. One we are not going to talk about. We are not sharing our feelings on this ride." Telling Sweets that earlier had been one of his bigger mistakes of the day.
"I know what you're going through, man. When I was in that car, it was the first time I admitted to being in love with Angela. Stress can do crazy things to a guy."
Booth grunted noncommittally, but didn't respond. What he had left to say, he would say to Bones and no one else. He'd spent years keeping what he thought were private feelings, well, private. He had no intention of changing that now.
To bad what he thought was private had been painfully obvious to everyone around him for weeks.