Sweets stepped out of the elevator balancing a messenger bag over one shoulder and a cup of coffee in his hand.
He had barely made it to his office door when he noticed @NovaLuvr68 waiting for him outside the room. He didn't have any appointment that early, so she was ---
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♡ this post if if you're ok with Sweets interacting with you.
( I'm usually pretty shy, so I feel more comfortable if I know that I'm not bothering you somehow. thanks )
"They probably put up flyers. Called every friend, every relative..."
He took a small sip before settling into the chair across from her.
"And now they have to keep waiting, until the investigation ends."
@KingOfSquints --- pressure's on."
Sweets folded his arms loosely, careful to keep his posture open.
"I'm not here to put labels on your head, Agent Booth. Just to do my job."
"Hey, it bothers you, I get it."
Sweets regarded him for a long moment, his expression thoughtful rather than defensive. His voice remained measured, never rising to meet Booth's irritation.
"I won't even talk to either of you. You enter the room and the conversation is ---
Booth took a deep breath, clenching his jaw hard enough that the muscle jumped. “Maybe for you,”The thought dripped with resentment as he forced himself to stay civil. He wasn’t looking forward to tomorrow at all—having to sit across from some so-called “shrink” because >>
@KingOfSquints --- glanced at the case file Booth had pointed to.
"You know, I agree with you. Some people are just awful. I would probably choose a clinical term, but yes. Knowing /how/ they're evil, tells me what stresses him, what mistakes he'll make, or what he'll do when the ---