Booth looked down at the hand covering his over her knee. He felt the familiar pang of love for her and his brow crinkled. She spoke, but he wasn't hearing what she was saying. He was focusing on her lovely face, even frustrated she was beautiful.
He stared at her for a long time, probably longer than she would have been comfortable with. But he was trying to figure out just how to tell her how he felt without driving her away completely.