"I've got it. Like a little cut on the shoulder is going to slow me down." Booth brushed it off and sat down on the couch beside her. He dropped the first aid kit on the couch, set the tequila down on the ground, the glasses beside it, and offered her the ice pack.
His juggling act done, Booth breathed a sigh of relief and flopped back against the couch, wincing slightly when he hit his shoulder but not even that phased him for long. "Welcome to weird ass Los Angeles, Bones."