His eyes slid toward her with a faint annoyance. The FBI title grated on his nerves. It used to be something he loved. Being called Agent Booth had always given him a sense of pride in the past. But now it felt like it was just a meaningless eyesore. Why should he continue to work so hard if their future was only going to end in loss all over again? It felt like it was all for nothing. Sure he enjoyed catching bad guys, but he didn't want the 'Devil' in charge of their punishment. The law was supposed to do that, the devil was supposed to keep his stupid hell fire out of it.
For a minute he stared at it warily. "I know Valium is legal." Booth snapped without meaning too. He was on edge, he had been since they came back. "I have that condition.."Trying to calm himself by explaining further, he picked up the water and swallowed the small but potent pill. It'd been a while since he'd taken anything, and though he knew in the back of his head that nobody should be sharing medication, at this point in time he found himself caring less and less.
The deeply colored scotch on the bar almost felt like it was mocking him. "When will you let me drink that?" He looked over at her with a raised eyebrow as he rested his head on his fist against the bar countertop in exasperation. He was still armed. Witches honor. He probably shouldn't have smirked, but he did. The irony there after Ruby....but he trusted Lav more then her, so he said nothing and took the pill.
"I'll take your word for it. " He stated offhandedly and hoped to god the valium kicked in quickly.