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[bringonthe1der]

Angela honestly doesn't know how many relationships she's ended over the years. She would have to stop and try to count, debate about what does and doesn't actually count as a relationship, debate about what does and doesn't actually count as an end, for that matter

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[bugsandslime]

Hodgins had had a long list of errands to run after an even longer day at work.

Not that all days don't feel long now.

He lets himself into the house. Which feels....oddly quiet. He knows Angela is here. Here car is here (they'd driven in seperately today) and there are lights on.

Why does the place feel deserted?

Hodgins gives himself a shake. Christ. Get a grip.

He wanders into the living room, and sure enough. There's Angela.

"Hey. What's up?"

[bringonthe1der]

It's like ripping off a bandaid, right?

"Hey.

"We need to talk, Jack."

[bugsandslime]

Hodgins leans back against the door frame.

"What about?"

He's actually pretty sure what the subject is going to be. And he'll apologize for flipping his shit the other night.

Fix it and move on.

[bringonthe1der]

"Us.

"This.

"It's not working."