[The tension in the room is noticeable, even to Brennan. Booth is... angry. Over Sherlock's name? A prospect that makes very little sense. A name cannot be helped. But it is not just Sherlock. He claims that she's fallen for something. And yet, he is incapable of properly answering Sherlock's question.
Her own annoyance is becoming quite palpable. Her attention never leaves Booth, even as his interest is otherwise occupied. There is a sense of honor and logic he retains, even at his more irrational moments.
This... still is not making any sense. She rolls her eyes, frustration coming out in the short response.] Just because I write mystery novels does not mean that I bother to read others in the genre.
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Her own annoyance is becoming quite palpable. Her attention never leaves Booth, even as his interest is otherwise occupied. There is a sense of honor and logic he retains, even at his more irrational moments.
This... still is not making any sense. She rolls her eyes, frustration coming out in the short response.] Just because I write mystery novels does not mean that I bother to read others in the genre.