[Booth just lingers toward the wall because he prefers not being seen. It's nothing sinister, but talking leads to confrontation, invariably. He'd argue, but he'd never argue. He just nods his head, acquiescing to the request of a younger man who may or may not be an insane relative. No questions asked.]
Er, yes. This way, then. Hel is, um. Well. My apartment is there. [He cringes, awaiting judgement, and his strides adopt a swifter pace. They're nearer to Hel than to the hospital, anyway, and he certainly has clean water and towels.]
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Er, yes. This way, then. Hel is, um. Well. My apartment is there. [He cringes, awaiting judgement, and his strides adopt a swifter pace. They're nearer to Hel than to the hospital, anyway, and he certainly has clean water and towels.]