Eventually her sobbing subsided; she braced her ribs against Booth's chest to lean across him and grab some Kleenex from his bedside table, loudly blowing her nose. Booth took a deep, satisfied breath as she snuggled back down, her head back where it belonged on his chest, her face rubbing a bit into his shirt – drying her eyes a bit, he presumed.

"Booth."

"Mmm?"

"Are you still angry?"

That made him shift a bit to look down at her face. He wasn't completely sure she wasn't taking about the events of the day before, rather than that other conversation a couple of months ago. With Bones, sometimes it was hard to predict where her mind was at, even though this time he thought he knew. The question in his eyes, he looked down at her as he tried to deduce her meaning. She gazed back up at him with her still watery, very serious eyes.

"Because I don't feel at all impervious anymore."

Instantly, everything clicked and he knew that the 'someday' that they had both been waiting so long for had finally arrived. His lips slid the short difference down to hers, and his hands smoothed up her bare back under his old sweatshirt.

They comforted each other gently, passionately and with everything they both had in them to give and feel – the way they had been doing for years, except this time, finally, there were no words, and no awkwardness, just comfort and love.

Booth woke up to the early morning light shafting under the edge of his blind, with Bones' head still on his chest, her arms wound tightly around his torso and her bare leg wedged between his. Although he was in his own bed, in the apartment he'd lived in for years, Booth felt like he was home for the first time in longer than he could remember. About seven years, if he was honest with himself. He could spare a few more minutes before they had to get up and face what would no doubt be a very unpleasant day.

As Booth's mind wandered in that early morning way, he contemplated this most recent series of events, and wondered if it was wrong, somehow, how content and right and peaceful he felt in the wake of such awful circumstances. As he and Bones once discussed, his years in the Army had taught him that no matter the horror, in the morning the sun comes up, 2+2=4, and faith returns. Today, in the wake of tragedy, so much more was right in his world than it was yesterday. Faith, a faith almost lost, was restored.