Angela walked up to Hodgins, who was staring at something through his microscope, but he wasn‘t really paying attention.
“Ok, spill the beans.” she said.
“What?” Hodgins jumped.
“You’ve been looking confused all day. And you’ve been keeping to yourself. First thing that comes to mind is psychosis… but you already had that.” Hodgins frowned.
“Did you come here to insult me? Because that‘s what it feels like.”
Angela put her hand on her hip. “No, I came here to ask you what was wrong.”
“If I tell you what’s wrong you’ll go ballistic. And it should not come from me,...
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