There he is. Standing at the curb. With a smile on his face and everything. So happy, this Castle is. Maybe it has something to do with the Mile High flight over to New York. Perhaps he's just happy to see a familiar face. Or maybe he's even just in such a good mood that not even Beckett's normally sour mood can bring him down.
"No luggage." Castle said, looking at the popped trunk. But then he tilts his head to the side and smirks. "You're really not going to, are you?" The question is a bit awkward, but then it all becomes clear as Castle's arms spread wide and he looks longingly off in the direction of his partner.
Either he wants a hug or he's checking to see how long before she gets pissed off.