How much to reveal? How much to keep hidden? It was a dance they had been performing for years. Too much and one of them would run. Too little and the other was always left wanting more.
"Are you going to ask your question? Since I'm already mad, it shouldn't make any difference one way or the other." Booth was curious to see what questions she would ask. Would she go after what she wanted most, or avoid it as long as possible?
The lack of light made it impossible for Brennan to see his face. It was mostly shadows and darkness. Not being able to see him, made it easier to ask the questions, something she didn't understand. "Are you going to tell me how you knew I fell?"
Booth continued to rub her knuckles, wondering how much to reveal. Or how much she'd believe. Very little, if he knew her as well as he thought he did. "Did you really think that question would make me mad?"
"No, but I find I really want to know." She'd gone for avoidance then, if she didn't fear this question would anger him.
"I felt you fall."
"You mean after you saw where I was you knew how it felt to fall that far?" she asked, trying to understand what he was telling her.
"No. I felt you fell. As you fell. I was standing in Sweets' office when it happened."
Now she wished she'd let him turn the light on so she could see his face. To see if he believed what he was telling her. "I don't understand."
"Yeah, I didn't figure you would."
"Why do you do that?" she asked, suddenly angry at him now. She snatched her hand back from his.
"Do what?"
"I don't believe in faith, but you tell me you do, yet it's apparent sometimes that you don't have enough faith in me to tell me the truth. You assume that I won't believe you or won't understand you and you use it to avoid telling me things."