Jack Hodgins sat motionless I his seat that Thursday night. It was midnight and he was alone…or so he thought. "What the hell am I going to do about Angela?" he said out loud, as if the question was to be heard by someone. Hodgins loved Angela almost as much he, and he hated to admit it, loved Vincent. He had always loved Ange, but since they had broken up he had started to notice Mr. Nigel Murray. There was just something about him that made Hodgins hot. "Now that Angela is spending all her time with Wendell I may as well give up. Vincent will never love me though, who would ever love me?"

He sighed and lifted up the jar of frog spawn he kept on his desk. Suddenly, much to his surprise, he heard footsteps coming to the door of his room. "Uhh, did I hear you call my name Hodgins?" called the voice. Hodgins nearly fell over with both surprise and happiness. He started to blush beyond belief. The voice he had heard belonged to Vincent himself. "Did I startle you?" he asked in his clear British accent.

"No, no." Hodgins replied. "I just thought I was the only one here." Vincent laughed because he had clearly seen Hodgins almost fall to the floor. "Quick, hurry up and think of something to say, you fool," Hodgins thought. "Dr. Brennan asked me to, uhh, stay late and look at some particulates," he finally said. Vincent walked over and sat on the spare lab stool beside Hodgins. It was cold, like nobody had sat in it for ages. That was probably true as he hadn't seen Angela in the same room as Hodgins for weeks.

"I shouldn't be here, but I am. I thought I would do another examination of the victim to see if I can find any new fractures or breaks. You know how Brennan can be. Always wants us to be one step ahead." For the first time since he entered the room, Hodgins looked up at Vincent for more than a second. He began to get alarmingly red face. "This is it Hodgins. If you don't give in now, all your lust will build up higher than it is at the moment," he thought, bracing himself for what may or may not happen.

He was just about to place his hand on Vincent's cheeks when he suddenly stood up. "I have something to tell you," he said.

"Oh, God. I hope it's not one your random, yet very, very interesting facts," Hodgins replied.

"Uhh, no. You know how I told you I was here to do another examination on our victim? Well, I lied. The truth is that well, I'm gay, and I was going to come out to my housemates tonight." Vincent paused for a second and looked as if he was about to cry, he soldiered on though. "I thought they would actually be fine with it but they told me how disgusting that was and they kicked me out of the house. Hodgins, I came here because I have nowhere to go anymore."

"That's horrible! I can't believe they would do that," screamed Hodgins. "You can come and stay with me. There's plenty of room in my house."

"Are you serious?" exclaimed Vincent.

"One hundred percent," said Hodgins with a smile. He instantly knew things were going to get interesting.