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Hodgela - Hurt - PG
Hurt
PG
Something's bothering Hodgins and Angela wants to know what it is.
I love the moment in A Boy in the Bush when Angela confronts Hodgins about his anger management technique. Not to mention the fact that she looks so naughty when he snaps at the rubber band on his wrist. :)
Angela knew something was wrong as soon as that rubber band appeared on his wrist again.
Since she'd figured it out before, he tried to do it discreetly but even if she couldn't see his hands, the telltale snap and the glazed over look to his eyes was all she needed to figure out that he was upset.
She dug through the top drawer of her desk before finding the small box she was looking for. She made her way to the lab where Hodgins was hunched over a microscope and plopped the box on the table next to him, smirking when he glanced up at her. "Thought you might want a variety."
Hodgins reached over to sift through the box of multi-colored rubber bands.
Angela sighed and sat down. "Why can't you just say something if you're upset? You have no trouble ranting about the government and how much they piss you off so I'm not sure-"
"Maybe it's something I don't want to talk about." He said quickly, a pained look on his face. "Something I can't talk about."
She looked down and saw that his fingers were tangled in the rubber bands, fiddling with them nervously. Without even thinking about it, her own hands came up to join his, carefully pulling the colorful bands away from his fingers.
"Don't shut other people out." She admonished gently. "Don't shut me out, Jack."
Finally, she'd pulled all the rubber bands away from him but kept her hand there, touching the one still around his wrist.
He turned his hand over and Angela tried to make her touch soothing, sliding across his palm slowly. She leaned closer, down over their joined hands, her brows furrowing when she noticed the red marks along his wrist.
How many times had he snapped that thing today?
"Does it hurt?" She murmured without looking up.
Angela felt his breath, warm against her forehead, quicken as her fingertips reached those marks.
"Not anymore." He whispered hoarsely.
PG
Something's bothering Hodgins and Angela wants to know what it is.
I love the moment in A Boy in the Bush when Angela confronts Hodgins about his anger management technique. Not to mention the fact that she looks so naughty when he snaps at the rubber band on his wrist. :)
Angela knew something was wrong as soon as that rubber band appeared on his wrist again.
Since she'd figured it out before, he tried to do it discreetly but even if she couldn't see his hands, the telltale snap and the glazed over look to his eyes was all she needed to figure out that he was upset.
She dug through the top drawer of her desk before finding the small box she was looking for. She made her way to the lab where Hodgins was hunched over a microscope and plopped the box on the table next to him, smirking when he glanced up at her. "Thought you might want a variety."
Hodgins reached over to sift through the box of multi-colored rubber bands.
Angela sighed and sat down. "Why can't you just say something if you're upset? You have no trouble ranting about the government and how much they piss you off so I'm not sure-"
"Maybe it's something I don't want to talk about." He said quickly, a pained look on his face. "Something I can't talk about."
She looked down and saw that his fingers were tangled in the rubber bands, fiddling with them nervously. Without even thinking about it, her own hands came up to join his, carefully pulling the colorful bands away from his fingers.
"Don't shut other people out." She admonished gently. "Don't shut me out, Jack."
Finally, she'd pulled all the rubber bands away from him but kept her hand there, touching the one still around his wrist.
He turned his hand over and Angela tried to make her touch soothing, sliding across his palm slowly. She leaned closer, down over their joined hands, her brows furrowing when she noticed the red marks along his wrist.
How many times had he snapped that thing today?
"Does it hurt?" She murmured without looking up.
Angela felt his breath, warm against her forehead, quicken as her fingertips reached those marks.
"Not anymore." He whispered hoarsely.
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hahaha the mental image kills me. "Whats your name huuuuh? Huuuuh? Whozza pretty girl? Whozza pretty girl! You are!"
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does one really need to be eccentric to name their car? i mean, i name everything, laptops and cars...but mine have steadfast names like "Doc" and "Herman". whereas i think his would have names like "Giselle" and "Selena"...things only models name themselves :op
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GOOD POINT. Lmfao models.
ps if you have AIM you need to hit me up (widgetoc) cos we can continue there without spamming teffy and cause more havok, lmao.
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