
Brennan: I still hate psychology. (Turns to Booth.) Okay. Your turn. Go.
Booth: (Shrugs) I came here to bring Sweets back to my place for dinner, that’s all. (Brennan gives him a look.) Okay, if it wasn’t for my grandfather, I probably would’ve killed myself when I was a kid. That’s all I’m going to say on the subject matter. Understand? Are you okay, Bones?
Brennan: Yeah, I’m fine. Here. (She folds up his handkerchief and puts it in the front pocket of his suit over his heart, pressing her hand to it. He covers her hand with his for a moment before she withdraws her hand)
Brennan: (To Sweets) Why are you nodding?
Sweets: Nothing. Just… Wyatt made an observation about you two, and I think I just saw what he saw.