"You're welcome. I'm glad there's some way I can help." Booth returned the smile, reassuring and calm despite the uncertainty and worry gnawing at his gut.
He gave her another thumbs up. "Wide open," he replied, smacking the door frame with his palm. "I haven't had complaints about snoring just in case these books are as bad as the last and I take an impromptu nap." He gave the pile on his bed a look.
"Anything you need Abby, just call," he said quietly, pointing a finger at her before he disappeared back into his room. There was a clunk a moment later as the bottle went into the minifridge, then a squeak of springs as he flopped down and opened the first book.