"Why were you up on that mountain?" Booth asked.
"Why exactly did Hannah leave?" Brennan asked.
They stared, daring each other to speak. It seemed both had waited until Hodgins was gone to ask the questions they really wanted answers to.
Booth finally sighed and started the car to take her home. But he didn't put it in gear. "Hannah left because we both agreed the relationship had reached it's natural conclusion."
"That doesn't make any sense. Hannah and you loved each other," she argued.
"Yes, we did." Booth looked down at his hands where they gripped the steering wheel. "But Hannah wanted to be a war correspondent in dangerous places."
"And you were ready to be done with war," Brennan said gently. "That's why you said you had different goals."
"She loved me but not the way I needed. And I didn't love her the way she needed," he admitted. Yes, Booth was sure he'd loved her at the time. But the minute he knew Bones was in trouble, it was clear the feelings he had for Hannah didn't approach the feelings he had for Bones.
Brennan nodded. "So you decided that it was over?"
"We decided it together, Bones." Booth put the car in gear and turned toward her apartment. He'd drop her off and go home himself. Sleep in his own bed. In his empty apartment. Why did that suddenly sound so depressing?
"I'm sorry it ended that way," Brennan offered. "I only want you to be happy." Except, she wasn't all that unhappy that Hannah was gone. Maybe she hadn't missed her chance after all.
