Something in the way he says it kind of breaks Booth's heart. It's so forlorn, so lost, as if Logan's still just a 5-year-old who misses his mother. (This is probably closer to the mark than Booth realizes.)

"I'll do what I can," Booth says, standing. As he turns, he pauses for a moment, not sure this is the right thing to do, then claps the kid's shoulder. "Hang in there, Logan."