"No, you wouldn't drag me back," Booth stated knowingly. "You'd stay in my time where vampires no longer exist and you can go back to being an Olympic archer again. Or find something that you've always wanted to do that you've never got a chance too." Which in theory sounded like a nice little plan but there were always a few hitches or two.
He ran his hand up and down her arm in a soothing motion. The tears seemed to be drying up but he wasn't letting her go until she was fully ready to stand on her own. "And I'm sorry about that. No one should ever have to be seperated from those they care about."
Booth glanced back down at her. "While I would like to know what's going on, you don't have to do it now. You've been through a hell of a shock, so having a few hours of peace to collect your thoughts and make good with the tequila bottle is completely understandable." He smiled. "But if you start taking off your clothes, I'm locking you in your bathroom."