Written forlate_heart for a drabble meme. Click the link if you'd like to leave a prompt.
Pairing: Booth/Hodgins, if you squint. (Yes, you read that correctly. If that bothers you, don't read this.)
Rating: PG or K
Word Count: 100
Timeline: Set after the end of The Pain in the Heart -- later that evening.
Spoilers: References to The Pain in the Heart.
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Notes: A., I hope this doesn't make you throw up, but please feel free to tell me if it does. *g* It's subtext-y rather than explicit. Man, 100 words is tough.
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When the doorbell rings, Jack sets his plate in the sink before answering the door. “Booth.”
Booth stands with his hands in his pockets, shoulders hunched. “Hey, man. Bad time?”
“No. It’s just me, though. Angela’s at Brennan’s.”
“Come on in.”
Jack suppresses a shiver as their arms brush.
“Sorry about Zack. You two were close.”
Booth’s large hand settles on his shoulder, squeezes. “Thanks.” Jack blinks. “Want a beer?”