SAM + Booth!
A hand slapped Sam on the shoulder, causing him to tear his eyes away from his bride - who Sam could not, for the life of him, keep himself from seeking out every other minute (he was a newly married man; to think that he could sit away from his wife for more than a couple minutes, let alone avoid looking at her would have been completely absurd, right?). The small smile that Sam had been unable to fight from his features throughout the evening broadened when Sam's attention shifted over to the FBI agent, who Sam found he was more than pleased to see. Pleased, initially, anyway. As soon as Sam processed the sight of the man, the memory of his brief conversation with Brennan took hold of the steering wheel, careening Sam into a somewhat awkward state of mind. Right. Booth and Bones. Texting. Drunk texting. Smile fading a little, Sam shook his head, tapped his fingers against the side of his glass, and said, "Terrifying, but pretty awesome at the same time. It's a weird combination, I gotta admit." Sam grinned off at Booth a little at that, then forced himself to take a drink from his glass.
Maybe he'd need something stronger to get him through the night after all. Damn.
"She's really something else," Sam commented, nodding off toward Ruby. "I know most of you just see a demon when you look at her, but she's more than that. A lot more. She's - well, she's my wife." Sam left it at that, smiling contently for a moment before decidedly changing the subject, as it seemed like nipping the awkwardness in the bud was probably the best way to handle what had happened. Sam couldn't just sit around and joke with Booth, knowing that he'd screwed things up, somehow. He had to make it all right, check up and see if Booth was okay. Make sure he hadn't ruined things. "Look, Booth, I think I might've texted some stuff to Brennan last night when I had your phone. She contacted me earlier, kept going on about how I had to erase a conversation. She seemed pretty concerned. You didn't...read anything weird, did you?" Maybe bringing up what had happened wasn't a good idea, after all. Maybe Booth didn't know. Maybe...maybe he was bringing things out in the open at the wrong time? Sam hoped not. He just knew that he wasn't going to be able to look at Booth without feeling entirely guilty if he didn't make sure that everything was okay as soon as possible. Even if that meant it had to be now, during the celebration. Didn't matter. Sam had made a mess. He wasn't gonna ignore it. It wouldn't have been right.