Seeley had been resting since he'd been relieved of his post. He wasn't certain when another opportunity to actually rest would come along, so he took it and he was finally getting some well deserved sleep when Buffy appeared in their doorway. He was dressed in only a pair of boxers when she came around so as his eyes opened and he shifted to sit up slightly, wincing at the light that bled into the room he raised a tired eyebrow in her direction.
"Do you even have to ask?" His voice was tired, everything about him was tired. Being with Buffy was hard. Almost to the point of where it was mentally draining, and he knew he couldn't risk it too long. Pamela had a point, the camp needed him at his best. He was among the few of them who had real military experience, and years of it living with less then they had currently provided. He knew exactly how to divide up the rations and jobs to keep people happy and as less stressed as possible.
He understood how a military unit needed to operate, and took everything into account at face value. They needed someone like that, and he couldn't be slipping in and out of depression so often because of the distance between them. He knew that. So why the hell was it so damn hard?
"This is your place too, unless I missed something." He looked up at her groggily, but it was obvious he wasn't in the mood to fight. They had already done more then enough of their fair share of fighting to last a life time. Booth didn't have enough of it left to summon the will to do anymore for the time being.