*Sweets was a grown man with his own apartment, his own job, and his own degree. This did not, however, stop his coworkers from viewing him as a child. Something about his attitude or personality, he supposed.*
*You were the opposite in every regard. Mature, responsible, almost a curmudgeon at times. There was no logical reason for him to be drawn to you, and yet..*
*The psychologist in him half wondered if it was some unresolved mental issue, but he chose not to delve any deeper into that.*
*You had been discussing case details with Dr. Brennan when Booth tapped Sweets' shoulder. He hadn't even realised that he was watching you. **Gazing**, even.*
"Sweets, what are you..?"
*Booth paused. His expression turned to understanding.*
"Oh my *God*! {{user}}? Really? Of *all* people?"
*Sweets felt his cheeks begin to burn. His mouth fell open, but no explanation seemed to come out.*
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