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Day Nineteen - By Special Request

Jan 28, 2009 22:19

Who: Booth, Corey
Where: Walking back to dorms - outside
When: After the meeting in Town Hall
Rating: I'm going to assume R.

Status: Closed / Finished
Summary: After leaving the meeting, Booth is a bit distressed that Corey volunteered to be a guard for Jaime - he's not sure that he likes that idea all too well - but he doesn't say anything until ( Read more... )

*day 19, corrine fisher, seeley booth, @dorms

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justified_sins January 29 2009, 03:53:30 UTC

"Nickel for your thoughts?" Corey inquired as she walked along beside him. Her hand ran down his arm to find his hand, fingers loosely lacing with his. She glanced up to him, head canting curiously to one side as she squeezed his hand gently.

She had a fairly good idea of where his thoughts were, but ... she wouldn't mind hearing it all the same.

shooterofclowns January 29 2009, 05:50:44 UTC

He was momentarily jarred, but he turned his head to smile at her all the same.

"They're worth more than a penny, hm?" he said. "I guess I better make it worth your while."

He exhaled sharply, his lips slipping into a grim pout.

"I suppose I have no business being like..." he jerked his thumb in the direction of Town Hall, "...that guy in there and being concerned about you going, huh?" he said. His tone was gruff - he didn't intend on fighting with her, he'd already made peace with the idea of her going over. But he didn't think that meant he had to be happy about it.

justified_sins January 29 2009, 05:54:30 UTC

Corey shook her head. "No business at all," she said with a little smile. "I've been hunting since I was ten, Booth. I've been firing guns since I was twelve. Sure, that's only ten years, but ..." she shrugged. "They were ten years of shoot or be killed. I can handle whatever they throw at me."

So sayeth she who did not know exactly what they could throw at her.

"But for what it's worth, I do appreciate the concern," she said to him as she patted his back lightly.

shooterofclowns January 29 2009, 15:01:55 UTC

Hunting. He was picturing wild animals and creatures in the forest, and he mumbled something along the lines of, "It's not the same thing..." before he relented again, kicking a loose patch of dirt in annoyance, as though it were responsible for his mood.

"It just... worries me," he muttered. "And maybe it shouldn't, but from what I've heard? I don't like the idea of anyone going over there, let alone someone I..."

He couldn't think of a not-awkward way to end that sentence, so he opted to let it hang.

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