A/N: Okay, here it is, a very brief epilogue. I suppose it's not entirely necessary, but something about it felt right to me. Let me know what you think.

And thanks again to everyone who read along. It was my first Bones story so I was pretty nervous and you guys were so very kind. I appreciate it more than I can say.


Two weeks later, they're curled up together in his bed on a rainy Sunday morning, arguing about whether they should spend the day just like that or actually get up and do something productive, when she whispers that she thinks she might love him.

"You think?" he laughs, his heart hammering in his chest. "After four years, you don't know?"

"I don't see how I could *know*," she tells him. "I understand the physiological responses that are commonly classified as love; they're easy enough to indentify. I also know, however, that that's not what you're referring to when you use the word. But it's still a nebulous concept at best, and I'm trying my hardest to provide an objective assessment of my emotional reaction to you…"

"That's very rational," he says, smoothing a hand over her hair. "Thing is, love isn't ever that rational, Bones."

"I know that. It's just… I have no real experience to go by so…"

"You've had other relationships," he points out.

She shakes her head and her eyes are shining in a way that makes him think of starlight.

"Not like this," she murmurs.

She's completely serious, completely sincere, and it knocks the breath out of him for a moment.

"You don't have to call it anything, you know," he tells her. "You don't have to say the words just to make me happy. I am happy. I don't need anything else."

She smiles, her mouth trembling with the effort, and reaches out to stroke his cheek. Her fingers are skipping along his jaw, whisper-soft, and his eyes drift shut of their own accord. It feels too much like a dream to resist.

"That's not why I'm telling you," she says. "I'm telling you because I believe it. I believe that I love you."

He presses his lips to her shoulder, grinning against her skin.

"I love you too," he whispers back, and just like that, their argument is settled – they spend the rest of the day in bed, just like he wanted.

The next morning, he isn't at the Jeffersonian more than ten minutes before he lets it all slip to Cam.

He leans back, waiting for the news to spread like wildfire.