Characters: Booth, Brennan
Rating: K or PG
Timeframe: Sometime after Santa in the Slush, but no spoilers for that episode.
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The quiet of her apartment generally comforts her, but tonight it bumps against her skin in a way that leaves her feeling empty. So without really thinking about it, Brennan finds herself standing outside his apartment with a large box of pizza in her hands. The door finally opens after three knocks. Booth clutches a crumpled napkin in his hand. Lifting an eyebrow, he says, "Sorry, you have the wrong apartment. I didn't order any pizza."
His response irritates her; she doesn't know why. Not bothering to answer, she goes to leave. Before she's taken a single step, his hand wraps around her bicep and turns her around. "Hey, Bones, it was just a joke." His voice softens. "A dumb joke." He dips his head to look directly in her eyes. "Come on in."
She motions toward his napkin. "It looks like you're already eating dinner. I don't want to... I'll—"
"Shh. I've always got room for pizza."His hand still rests on her arm, and she finds she doesn't mind it. When he tugs her inside, she doesn't resist. A smile lights his dark eyes and when he says, "I'm glad you stopped by," she realizes she is, too.