“When Hodgins and I were buried alive we...” – Brennan

Brennan

When Hodgins and I were buried alive we each wrote a message to someone we loved in case our bodies were ever found. Hodgins wrote to Angela. [Hodgins and Angela share a smile] And I wrote to you. [She hands her flowers to Angela and takes out a note to read] 'Dear Agent Booth, you are a confusing man, you are irrational, compulsive, superstitious and exasperating. You believe in ghosts and angels, and maybe even Santa Claus. And because of you I've started to see the universe differently. How's it possible to simply look into your fine face gives me so much joy. Why does it make me so happy that every time I try to sneak a peak at you, you're already looking at me. Like you, it makes no sense. And like you, it feels right. If I ever get out of here. I will find a time and place to tell you that you make my life messy and confusing, and unfocused and irrational and wonderful.' This is that time. This is that place. [They stare at each other] Did I do that wrong?

Booth

No.