Booth wasn't so sure it was a great idea either. Meeting Buffy. It didn't stop his heart from racing though. What were they doing? What were they? Were they anything? Dysfunctional. Tiny voices in the back of his mind practically shouted the word. Seeley tried to ignore it. Little voices of reason were annoying in all honesty. He knew he probably should have been listening to it, but he couldn't. Not when it came to Buffy. Nothing made direct sense in their relationship anyways, why start listening to reason now? Love didn't make sense half the time. He knew that's what Angela would be saying, hell that's what he would be saying. He was a believer in love.
Could what they had thanks to the god damned Angels even be considered love? Or was it all mind play? That's the part that had Booth worried. Did he really love her or was this all part of their 'fun'.
When he first arrived he'd been too hung up on missing Bones and his heart being broken to even try for love. His partner in D.C. was supposed to be his destiny, even if she hadn't believed it herself and would have said destiny had no place in anthropology. Booth believed in destiny, hence his tattoo. Part of him wondered what Bones would be saying. He knew her initial reaction would have been something horribly science related. Li how much the tattoo ink was going to stain his bones or something, but then what? Would she hae accepted it? And why did he care anymore. He hadn't thought about Bones in almost a year. Why now?
He was natural on the ice. Like the skates belonged on his feet. He'd been playing hockey for so long, and it helped that he grew up around snow in Philly as well, but even still a lot of adults were awkward on the ice. Booth was not. He had a sort of dangerous grace and skill. Like most things he did. And he was confident. Those combinations made him easily seem like a force to be reckoned with.
Then there was a voice. A familiar one that made him smile and always had since he met her. "Weird how those things happen." He stated, playing along with her. That mischievous twinkle in his eyes was unmistakable give away. "Well, as long as we're here..." He held out his wrist just slightly and the small but interesting looking tattoo was indeed there. It was still a little red around the skin but it was new. It hadn't had time to settle just yet. He'd washed it like he was supposed too, but it was going to take time before the stinging sensation went away.