I wish that dating were like a volleyball game. You call "mine" and everyone backs off and lets you have the ball. The game is pretty straight forward. Server serves the ball, people call mine, and go back and forth until the ball falls on either side of the court.
Baseball, on the other hand, is more complicated. The pitcher has the ball and has to think really hard on what pitches fool the batter. The batter watches and works so they can hit the ball. They fight over who wins: will the pitcher get the kill or the batter the base? And if the ball is hit, then, as a pitcher, you have to rely on teammates to back you up and not make mistakes so you don't lose the base to the batter.
Get my beautiful metaphor?
Hannah gives Booth a phone.
Booth: Thanks!
Hannah & Brennan: You're welcome!
Brennan looks sad and gets up.
Brennan: See you tomorrow...
Hannah: No, stay!
Booth: Yeah, I can make my famous mac and cheese.
Brennan: No. Traditionally when two people share a domicile for the first time, the person who doesn't leaves. See you tomorrow.
That's how I felt tonight.
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