"Yeah, but he would have bounced back to give you a lecture on anger issues." Booth slid a hand out from under the blanket to rest it on hers. "I appreciate that, Brennan," he replied quietly. It was a tenative foot forward but the way she had spoken that sentiment said something to him.
"Will do. The faster it goes, the happier I'll be." He waited for her to catch on before grinning mischeviously. "That's the evil plan, of course. And I'd move your stuff around too. Make the bones sit up and start clacking around. I'd be an awesome poltergeist."