His blonde hair was cropped short and his soft, boyish features had long ago been replaced by the handsome, angular features of his father. Broad-shouldered, hands in his pockets, Parker stared at the ground.

Tempe, still beautiful, stood quietly beside him. The necessary words had been exchanged long ago.


When Tempe nodded, they began walking. Parker slung an arm around her shoulders, holding her close. She leaned into him, comfortable because he was Booth, yes, but also because he was Parker.

He kissed her temple affectionately.

"I love you, Tempe."

Not a revelation, nor a secret. Just a reminder.