Booth's phone rang. After a quick conversation, he hung up and looked at her. "There's some sort of crisis I need to go back to the office for. Do you need me to take you back?"
She shook her head. "No, I'll be fine. It takes me forever to get there anyway," she said, shooting an annoyed look at the crutches. The weeks until it came off had never seemed so long. "You go ahead. I'll see you later?"
He nodded. Before getting up from the table, he reached over and impulsively squeezed her hand. He let go just as quickly as he'd grabbed her and was gone before she could speak.
She was getting up from the table when Sweets slid into the chair Booth had just vacated. "I was just leaving," she pointed out.
"What I need will only take a minute."
Brennan hesitated, but finally sat back down. "What do you need, Sweets? I have a case."
"I wanted to talk to you about what Booth experienced when you were hurt."
"Why?" Brennan asked frankly. "I'm fine, he's fine. There's nothing to talk about."
"Dr. Brennan, an event like the two of you experienced can change people."
Brennan's eyes were distant as she thought about what Sweets said. "You're right. An experience like that can change people."
"Did it change you, Dr. Brennan?"
Brennan got back to her feet and settled her crutches under her arms. "Yes, it obviously did. I have a broken leg. I would think that's clear to everyone around me."
Sweets sighed. "That wasn't what I meant," he said as Dr. Brennan left him sitting at the table. No matter what happened to her, it appeared her literal interpretation of the world would never change.