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.