Booth hadn't quite been himself since Angel showed up. He was quieter, a little more reserved and less intrusive on Angela and the others at the complex. He was feeling a little doubt in his abilities as said protector. It was in his nature to be protective, so of coarse when Angela mentioned beers he would join her. Like hell he'd have her drink alone, but he was quiet. He couldn't help but feel a little out of place. With Angel there, did they really need two protectors? Was there even enough room? So many questions ran through the FBI Agents mind as he found his way down to the kitchen and spotted the artist waiting for him with the promised beer.
"Hey." He offered. Trying to look as approachable as he could. It was just a social call. But on the inside there were unpleasant things being questioned. "Started without me?" Lips curving into a tiny grin.