To put it in simple terms, Booth had a migraine. Honestly sometimes he just wished the bad guys were human. He was at a stage in life where he couldn't be sure which was worse, the bad guys because they did things with a soul; or the demons because they did them without one. He was riding on conflicting thoughts in every direction, but in that very moment there were two incredibly strong ones that stuck out amongst all the crossed wires. Pizza and Beer. Those were the most obvious things he could think of that he wanted after a long day of dealing with the potential Ava attack and Jacen style politics.
He and Jacen had quite a bit in common, so he hoped that he could actually speak to him on a normal level somehow, but the sith worried him from time to time, and so in turn it made more issues for his own sanity. More things on his plate to deal with. Sam had never been a father, so he didn't understand what it was like to protect a child. He did. If Parker showed up here and wanted to help, he would want to be informed what his kid was up to. Why hadn't he thought of it in the first place? Ava had been on his mind. Sam was worried about her, even Ruby was. It didn't help ease Booth's nerves.
Seeley had pulled out a six pack and a few bottles of liquor he'd received during the holidays incase Angela wanted something different. He had glasses and ice out, and the pizza guy texted he was on his way up. Pizza was about the only thing open at that time of night, honestly Booth didn't mind. There was no Chinese delivery anywhere in Lawrence, or he'd have gone for that but Pizza and beer were good combinations.
When Angela came in, Booth was standing in his kitchen with a glass of water and his medication. He wondered briefly if he'd ever be able to wean off it, but at the time he was grateful he had it. It was a medication designed for specific headaches that were a result of the brain tumor he'd suffered just a couple years ago. It worked fast and fast was something he desperately needed. "Thanks. Parker did them. " He didn't mention the fact that the thief broke into his place, he doubted Angela would find it as cute and amusing as he did.
"Pizza's on it's way. Grab whatever you want to drink." He had his secret santa's signed hockey puck of Lucky Luc in a glass case ontop of his t.v. like a small display area, his place was simple but painted. Nice and homey, which was probably weird considering he didn't want to think of it as home most of the time, but it was comfortable looking at the least. "Make yourself at home. " He slipped out of the kitchen and tucked the small orange bottle into the pocket of his hoodie before sliding heavily into the couch. "