If Mike would just talk to her, Kitty knew that she could smooth things over. She knew that if he listened, if he calmed down everything would be okay. Why couldn't he just talk to her? She had said sorry, she'd say it tons more times if he wanted her to. She didn't know that it wasn't Mike. They looked identical. She didn't know that there was anyone else with Mike's face running around here. She'd never forget that there was someone else with his face running around here now, though. Hell, Mike would be lucky if she didn't ask him who he was every time she saw him now. She really was upset about this. She wasn't even really taking notice of much around her because she was upset.
Kitty wasn't a weepy teenager. She was better than that normally. It took something that really had her upset to get her to this point. He was really upset with her. Then to booth that guy had called her a whore. She didn't know how to take all of this at once, it was difficult. She was just glad that Booth let her come over because she didn't know what she'd have done otherwise.
Sniffling, Kitty looked at Booth. "I know he cares about me..." She said somewhat quietly. "It's my fault. I just....if he'd talk to me we could fix it." She knew they could fix it period. "He's upset...." Yeah, she was rationalizing for the most part. She was a little too close to the situation, though.
Letting the corners of her mouth lift lightly, Kitty managed a sort of smile at Booth as he touched her cheek. She watched as he went to his drawer and pulled a package out. Sniffling a little, she lifted her hand to her cheeks, wiping at the tears. "What's that?" She looked between the wrapped package and Booth.