Booth couldn't argue a word. His own guilt and faith simultaneously drove him in his job. Working with the Jeffersonian crew, he had purpose in saving lives and giving a face to those who had been denied their chance at a full life by someone else's hand, much like his had been the one to end more than enough. "I agree," he said finally. "I don't think there is a statement in there that I don't."
He grinned. "There's something there," he said, nodding slowly. "I've been thinking with all the...stuff...that goes on around here, maybe we met up so you could show me part of the world I've been missing, something that might help me be a better agent if I ever get back." Though the prospect of ever seeing the skeleton or some decomposing corpse of something less than human on a table at the Jeffersonian amused him and frightened him all the same. It might confuse the hell out of the Squints but it also meant he might actually have to go catch the thing responsible.
"Hopefully not the short temper, impatience, or general annoyance at anyone that uses bigger words than me and expects me to know them," he rattled off. "I'll try and be a positive influence."
He pat her shoulder. "You better believe it. Touch someone that I consider a friend or closer? Your ass is grass faster than Superman can circle the Earth."