GORDON GORDON: He wants what we all want. He wants to find out his place in the world. BRENNAN: We can find a permanent place for him. Right?
I keep expecting to see Sweets in Booth’s doorway. He should still be sharing fries with Angela at the diner or carrying a box of files into the FBI conference room. Something’s off without him, and it’s sudden and unsettling and unreal in a way that real loss tends to be. (more…)
I’m sadder about losing a fictional house than I probably should be. But remember how long it took Booth and Brennan to even get to the point where they needed a house? Remember when Booth found this place at a police auction and Brennan called it their mighty hut, because buying a criminal’s house would make them the conquering heroes, and it was symbolically and anthropologically perfect, and they kissed in Christine’s future bedroom? Booth was so excited to build a treehouse, you guys.