“I know that now, it was down to Sweets.” Brennan nodded slowly, since arriving she had had a lot of time to think and that was one of the things she had thought over in detail. “It still doesn’t change the fact that I thought you were dead, that’s not something I can easily forget.” Or at all.
Now that look made Brennan smile and not because she was cruel. It had been a bad choice of words on her part. “Then get better.” She replied and stood there awkwardly again, it was becoming a habit now. “And I meant it you know, you have to get better because I’m not going to your next funeral.” It was said light heartedly but Brennan wished she hadn’t even thought about Booth dying for real, it wasn’t comforting at all considering.