"You want the truth?" Booth said, warming up to the topic now. If she wanted a fight, she'd get one. "I spent the last two days worrying that you were dying up on that mountain with some grotesque injury, all because you couldn't handle being in D.C. anymore."
The fight went out of Brennan as quickly as it had risen. "I explained to you why I couldn't be there anymore. I had valid reasons for leaving."
"Yeah," Booth agreed after a moment. "Maybe you did have valid reasons for leaving." He stood and walked to the end of the bed, where he began to pace back and forth. After all, hadn't they both been trying to move on for almost a year? He'd made his move with Hannah. She deserved to have a chance, too. "But you didn't have any valid reasons for climbing that mountain by yourself. Off trail and alone."
"I was trying to clear my head," Brennan said softly. "I was trying to find a way to start over again." She watched him pace for a moment, but the constant movement made her nervous. "Could you come sit back down, please. And turn on the light so I can see you?"
But he didn't do as she asked. "I think maybe the shadows are better for this conversation. Maybe it will be easier to say the things we want to say."
Brennan had thought the same thing only moments before, but she wasn't sure about that anymore. "Could you at least sit down then?"
When he still didn't comply, she sighed heavily. "Booth, I really would like to understand what you are trying to tell me. If you come and tell me the story, I'll try to listen with an open mind."
"Your mind's going to have to be open enough to drive a truck through," he said, but he sat back down next to her.