He winced at himself immediately, covering his mouth with his hand as he hurriedly swallowed.
"That was rude, srry." he set the croissant down on its napkin. "How are you doing?"
"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. βMaybe for you,βThe thought dripped with resentment as he forced himself to stay civil. He wasnβt looking forward to tomorrow at allβhaving to sit across from some so-called βshrinkβ because >>
"And that's perfectly fine. We're supposed to protect children, and when that trust is broken... "
He turns on the coffee machine.
"There are psychological explanations, but none of them makes it acceptable. At least, this child will get justice. Focus on that."
" Child deaths are the hardest for me to handle Sweets" She tells him she don't know why people have to kill children for. They made their way to the breakroom.
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Sweets didn't flinch. He had spent enough time around Booth to know the volume wasn't really for him. It was frustration looking for the nearest exit.
"Well, technically... It is what our superior wanted, right?"
[He rolled his eyes so hard it was a miracle they didnβt get stuck, letting out a sharp, bitter scoff as he spun back toward the voice yelling at him. His jaw tightened, that familiar stubborn fire flashing in his eyes.]
βI didnβt volunteer for a damn thing!β
[He had shouted.]
"In my experience, people who are genuinely 'perfectly fine' don't usually have to say the words 'perfectly fine'."
He adjusted the folder tucked under his arm and tilted his head slightly.
""I'm just reminding you that you voluntarily agreed to an appointment."
[Booth stopped dead in his tracks, his fists clenching at his sides before he forced them to relax. He scoffed again, louder this time.]
βDonβt make me say any bad words in front of Bones,β he growled. βI donβt need to see a shrink. Iβm fine. Perfectly fine.β