“I don’t know, it sounds fair to me. I’m good at compartmentalizing, I’d be able to deal with the divorce fine, you on the other hand might need Sweets for psychological help and guidance.” Brennan smirked, “hypothetically of course.”
She smiled over at him and nodded, “you don’t have to say thanks, Booth. I want to help.” Brennan found herself watching him again, making sure he was actually resting this time because that seemed more interesting that reading what was on the laptop.