Booth heard her start the shower and sat wearily on the couch. He closed his eyes and listened to the water running in the bathroom.

After a time, he looked toward the closed door, considering what would happen next. He feared doing or saying something that would break the fragile connection they seemed to be rebuilding.

She would have to stay at his place at least a week, he figured. It would take that long to get everything resettled. He could sleep on the couch while she slept in the bedroom. Hopefully it wouldn't do permanent damage to his back. Or his heart.

She had admitted that he was the reason she fought to survive on that mountain. How many more times would she bruise his heart this week? But was it the deep friendship she'd fought to get back to or something more?

If it was only for the friendship, he was right back to where he'd been a year ago. Struggling to find a way to move on with a woman he'd never love quite as much as he loved Bones. And every time she ran into trouble, would the same thing keep happening over and over again?

How to get her to take a chance on him, without scaring her away? How to ask her, a second time, to include him in her future? And when should he tell her he was still in love with her? Because there was only one person you loved the most and for him, it would always be her.

Leaning back into the cushions, Booth closed his eyes. Right before he fell asleep, he considered a more immediate problem. How to make sure she never moved back to her own place.