Booth would be angry, but Brennan knew it had to be done. "Have you talked to Father Jim about grief counseling?"
"Bones, why do you have to keep bringing that up? Just drop it, okay? I'm fine. Just drop it."
"I can't drop it, Booth. You're making me angry because you don't want to face this problem. You're being quite selfish."
"Selfish!? God damn it! What do you want from me? Leave me the hell alone!" He stormed out of the room.
Brennan followed him, trying to maintain control. Her voice was shaky as a tear rolled down her cheek. "Booth, because I love you very much, when you experience pain, I also experience pain. It's not rational, but it's true. You can do nothing to change what happened to Sweets, but you still dwell on it. When you continue to torture yourself over his death, you are hurting me as well. I'm concerned that this continued pain will be detrimental to our relationship."
Her logic, as usual, was undeniable. Booth was stunned. Gently, he took her hand. "Bones, I would never do anything to hurt you…"
"Not deliberately, but that's what has occurred. While I don't like psychology, I do understand that talking to another person can ease emotional pain. I don't think that person can be me in this situation. You need to find someone else to talk to. Please promise me you'll do so. I don't want this continued pain to come between us any longer. Please take care of this soon so we can move past this together."
Bone wiped tears from his eyes and sighed. "I'll talk to someone, Bones, I promise. I'm so tired of carrying this pain around. I'm sorry I was angry...you know I love you."
"I know. I love you, too."