she smiled softly and couldn't resist touching his face. He was really here, even if he couldn't remember who he was. It was a comfort knowing he was alive. Her cheek rest on his shoulder and she hugged him again.
"Well, I usually call you just King or dumbass." At least he sounded like King. "Well then, we'll have to work on getting your memory back then. I'm just glad you're here and safe."
She smiled. "You usually just call me Whistler.. or Abby." Maybe this meant he wasn't going to be constantly hitting on her. "This explains why you haven't been contacting me."
Abby chuckled softly and shook her head. "No, well I have a friend, he lives next door to me at the hotel. His name's Booth. He's an FBI agent." Having a thing for someone and having someone was completely different and well she didn't know how to broach the subject so it was best left alone. "Why, were you gonna go kicking ass if I did?"