At a quarter till nine, Hodgins lets himself into the house.
There's a lamp on in the formal living room (the one that the housekeeper spends more time in than anyone else) off to the right. Hodgins raises his eyebrows and smiles at Angela, curled up asleep on the sofa in front of the large window.
He quietly sets his bags down in the foyer and walks in, bends over, and plants a kiss on her cheek.
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Date: 2009-03-14 05:10 pm (UTC)There's a lamp on in the formal living room (the one that the housekeeper spends more time in than anyone else) off to the right. Hodgins raises his eyebrows and smiles at Angela, curled up asleep on the sofa in front of the large window.
He quietly sets his bags down in the foyer and walks in, bends over, and plants a kiss on her cheek.
God, it's good to be home.