Eliot held up his hands defensively off Booth's initial reply, shooting the man an annoyed look. Maybe he was in a bad mood or worried about something but he didn't want it turned in his direction. They all had their own problems in this place, staying sane being one of the biggest. He stepped around Booth to continue to the fridge, pulling open the door.
"Nothing," he finally answered. "Just said you were going to wear a path in the floor if you kept up pacing like that." He hadn't meant it as anything other than a passing comment. Scanning the contents of the fridge, he glanced over at the agent, nodding once. "Yeah, that's me," he said and pulled a bottle of water from the back. Shutting the door with his foot, he leaned back against the counter.