AN: As much as I love him, I guess I'm just ignoring the Wendell thing. Sorry. This is told from Hodgins's point of view.
Disclaimer: I do not own Bones. Or Hodgins. Or Angela.
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"I'm sorry, but you don't mind that you have a tattoo of me on your arm?"
I smiled at her. "Not really."
She looked concerned. "Doesn't it bother, you know, people to see it?" I almost laughed at the idea of "people."
"I rarely wear clothing that exposes that portion of my arm, anyway," I said, trying subtlety. Then, I looked at her, holding her gaze. "No one sees it, Angela."
I didn't really expect her even to be the slightest bit surprised, but shockingly, she looked confused and a bit alarmed. "No one?"
I shrugged. "No one's that's noticed." No one that mattered. Or cared. "Well, what about you?" I asked, feeling a bit exposed and a little anxious.
"I don't have a tattoo of you, Hodgins." I blushed and she re-evaluated. "But no, not really. Since Roxy. But you knew that."
Actually, I hadn't known that. At all. Inexplicably, I felt ridiculously relieved.
"I don't have to miss you as much, since you're right there." I gestured to my arm. "You're always there."
"I miss you, Hodgins."
"You see me every day," I said stupidly.
"I miss us."
AN: I hate drabbles. Seriously. That's what this sort of is, right? I don't why I did this. But I did. Forgive me. And review.