The house had felt crowded long before now, but Bones was in desperate need of finding a new place. Kingsley said he might have something, but it was slow going. Bones needed him to move faster. He understood the other man's caution, but Bones needed results. He was going mad being unable to avoid running into anyone lately and his house felt more like a maze, with rooms tacked on every which way to accommodate all of the strangers in his space.
Thus, Bones had two places that he went at all times: his own room or the basement. A lot of people trained down in the basement now that he and Rook had introduced it, so Bones could be found in his room, going over plans or reading or sometimes just thinking. That was how Mary found him this particular evening. He had settled into a chair and leaned back, closing his eyes. He'd heard her come in, but her footfall was familiar, so he didn't look up when she entered. He only lifted his head when she spoke smiling slightly at her.
"I'd rather not adopt any of them, honestly," he told her, a little untruthfully. Maybe the overly crowded house made him feel less alone. Less lonely--a feeling he hadn't been able to banish until recently. Though, it really only began to dissipate with Mary around. Her presence was comforting and there was a strange, rising fear that if they added another safehouse she would go to stay there. He was discovering very quickly that he didn't want that.