Booth was lost, adrift, standing there sightless in her office. His face felt numb, the only definite sensations being the hard knot burrowing deep into his gut, and the need to breathe. He finally focused on the office door before him and regained some ability to form a coherent thought.
He couldn't fucking believe it. After her supportive touch when he spilled his guts about Radjic, he thought she was different, could handle knowing all of who he really was. She was the first woman, hell, the first person outside of his old unit, he'd ever fully opened up to about his past.
He was a damned fool to believe she was better than Rebecca or Tessa.
He was humiliated by her inability to accept his revelations, his very self. Worse, she'd led him on then made him feel totally ashamed, naked, dirty.
He was finally able to move, and stepped to the door. Yet he paused, hand on the knob, something in him not wanting to have been so wrong about her, or perhaps wrong about himself.
Maybe, just maybe, it was some sort of horrible mistake.
He closed his eyes and waited a few seconds for words from her. . .
. . . words which never came.
He opened his eyes and grimaced. 'Fool me once…'
He straightened up, schooled his features, turned the knob and exited.
He wouldn't dignify her by slamming her door shut.
Instead he simply gave a gentle push. . .
The door closed with a muted click.
He didn't look back.