OOM: Scene 9, or Booth gets backstory

[paladinsuitsyou]

Previously...

Starbucks, Booth reflects, has no soul. It's beige and green and sort of bland, but at least you can always count on your coffee having exactly the same amount of burned flavor.

If there were pie, he might come to a grudging acceptance of the coffee company's hegemony. As it is, he sort of resents them. Muffins are no substitute for pie.

Still, it's quiet and teenager-free, which is all that really matters right now.

Comments

[argyle_princess]

"No, it really wasn't.

"I'm assuming you've seen all the public stuff, right? Tabloids and Tinseltown Diaries and all?"

[paladinsuitsyou]

Booth nods, then makes a face. "Yeah, and it's all awful, isn't it? But there's not a lot concrete there - I mean, yeah, rehab, drugs, abuse allegations, whatever, but...I don't know. Why not just get a divorce? Faking your own death seems extreme."

[argyle_princess]

Hannah shrugs. "Got me," she says. "Maybe . . . yeah, I got nothing."

[paladinsuitsyou]

"Me either," he says. "And I feel like I'm not gonna get anywhere until I figure stuff that out."