Character: Seeley Booth
Words: Exactly 100
Spoilers: Vague for Season 6. Nothing beyond what's aired in the U.S.
Summary: Turns out Booth's a squint after all.
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A/N: I lied; I said I would write something happy and filled with bunnies next, but I just can't seem to find those damned fluffy things anywhere. Believe me, I'm trying.
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Enjoy the Silence
Brennan shoots him a sidelong glance that he pretends not to notice. He’s spent so many years observing, studying, cataloguing every quicksilver flash of her eyes, every curve and tightening of her lips, that it’s impossible for him to stop reading her now.
A fucking Ph.D. in Bones; that’s what Booth’s earned. Looks like he’s a squint after all.
There have always been things they don’t discuss, unless it’s in that peculiar code they’ve developed. But she hesitates more often these days, choosing her words too carefully, or worse, staying silent.
It’s his fault he’s lost his best friend.