Booth was just coming back from a long day at work. His right wrist was wrapped with an ace bandage, but in his other hand was a bag of groceries set ontop of the counter. "Not going to find any in there. " He was tired. That much was obvious. Both mentally and physically a little worn each way. "Here." He nudged open the bag where a shiny new box of Hot Pockets sat on the side of everything else in the bag. The else being a six pack of some kind of soda, some other things the complex had been out of, and an ice pack. Vegetables and sandwich condiments. That sort of thing. "Mind putting rest of these away for me?" He asked as he pulled out an ice pack from the bag and leaned against the counter or a minute.
He loved his job but there were some days that just seemed to last forever and today was one of them. Infact he wasn't even done for the night yet. His job wasn't exactly a typical nine to five. Chances were he'd be getting called back in for something or another. All he really wanted to do was talk to Angela or Eliot, maybe have a beer and watch the Late Show. But he wasn't sure he could, his mood had been pretty sour since Angela broke away and told him she wasn't his squint anymore. It just broke something inside him. He couldn't bring himself to talk to her yet. And Eliot was probably busy.
Carefully he put down the ice and began to unwrap the bandage. His wrist was swollen and bruised. Picking up the ice again he set it directly ontop of the bruise, hoping to make the pain die down a little faster.