Who: Seeley Booth and open to those he knows who are brave enough to deal with epic frowns >:( What: Brooooooding. When: November 8th Where:his place. Warnings: Booth is unhappy. There will be glaring. Ratings: MOAR ANGST. Booth was supposed to go to dinner with Angela and Eliot but he'd forgotten. He was in a great mood all day since Barbara's announcement of his reinstatement. Then it hit. Dinner time came and went. He didn't show up. All the talk of Holidays and what they were really about put him in a state. He didn't want to move. He missed his son. His world. Even Zack and his cold calculated outlook on life would have been welcome. He missed his partner and her insight. His car, his life where things made sense. His son meant the world to him even if he only got to see him on special occasions and holidays. He loved him beyond words and would move mountains for him, had before infact. Without Parker and Bones the holiday season was empty and bleak. He was angry and upset. It was all a painful reminder of his divorce, of his lack of Bones, and loneliness.
So instead of getting ready he reached into the mini fridge beside his couch, and did one of the few things that made sense. He opened a beer. His stock was replenished since Lindsey cleaned him out. His head was throbbing, but he didn't care much. His medication was sitting ontop of the fridge neglected. The frown lines creeping into his face were impressive, and the television was on but ignored. Some news station. After a while they all sort of blended together anyway. Gloom and doom headlines only adding to his quickly souring mood. Dinner slipped his mind all together. Taking a long drink from the can in his hand he set it down next to the medicine and closed his eyes. His cheek resting ontop of his fist and the television in the background became white noise. For a nice solid hour his eyes slid shut and he drifted off.
Bones was there in his dreams telling him a story. It was one he was familiar with. One he couldn't shake since his coma and tumor. A story of another life where he was married to her and she was pregnant with his second child. They had the picture perfect life and now all of that was gone. Even the dream was distorted and not as clear as it used to be. Booths brows furrowed in frustration as he tried not to lose control but it failed. He rubbed at his eyes as his modest livingroom came back into focus while he blinked sleep away. He nonchalantly lifted that beer a second time as if on autopilot and took another sip. He was alone again. His apartment was dimly lit by a single soft bulb in the center of the ceiling, on it's lowest setting in attempt not to aggravate his head. His computer was off, but his downward spiral of thought was on full force.