Booth had been itching for a reason to get out of the complex. Everything inside it and everyone irritated him. Just completely got under his skin. The tiniest things lately. He knew what was going to happen if he stuck around and didn't get some space, and none of it was going to be good. So when Lavender posted about steaks and getting out for beer he jumped at the chance. Anything that got him far, far away was good. Before he felt like shooting them was even better.
It was a good thing Gordon Gordon wasn't there considering his heavy mood swings as of late. It would get him some major time with Sweets or some other FBI shrink. But still, he missed home. Everything about it. Even his ex, Rebecca. Which he never thought he would. She hadn't love him the way he loved her. Nobody ever did. Booth was starting to think he was cursed in that area, and it was depressing. All he wanted was that one special girl to share the rest of his life with. He wanted a family, He wanted to live longer then the ten years he had left. He wanted to stop feeling like there was this hole inside him that only got bigger as time moved on. An emptiness that never went away.
Maybe it was part of his karma. Killing people in Iraq to protect his country, trading his soul.. But he wanted to think he'd been making up for things a little along the way by working with the FBI. Still he was uncertain and it was nagging at him like a bad headache.
Booth finally pulled up infront of the steak house in his crossover and parked on the curb outside just a block away. The block would serve as an attempt to clear his head, and it seemed to work the closer he got to the place. Finally he saw Lavender and offered her a warm smile.