Booth didn't notice Eliot until he came up. He'd been so lost in his own little world. "I should have stayed in Philly another week." He admitted in frustration and offered a strained smirk. "Or at least not bothered with the forums." He was vague, he knew he was But he really didn't want to get into the subject of Bela. "Spike. " He stated blandly and shrugged. It was a well known fact that almost everyone knew he and Spike had a strange relationship to say the least. Each of them respectively got under the others skin. "He ran off to Paris. " Hoping that would be enough subtext for Eliot to start catching on, he wasn't feeling in a very share an care mood.
Spike of all people. In Paris with Bela. The entire situation just rubbed him the wrong way. He knew he was being paranoid. He knew it was all his own damn fault, but that didn't stop im from being unhappy. He always gave himself as a whole and got noting in return.
"It's complicated. Two." He motioned and spoke the bar tender came around. He was handed two clear mugs of caramel colored liquid within a few minutes and nudged one toward Eliot. Good thing about Spike was he could shoot him when he got back and not feel guilty about it. Vampriism and all.