Jack Hodgins was stunned silly. Booth had just told him that he liked working with the Squints and asked him to teach his conspiracy theories to Parker. Jack knew he had to be dreaming. There was no other explanation.
As he realized that Special Agent Seeley Booth really was dead and had written him a letter with some of his last requests, Jack broke down. Tears poured down the paranoid man's cheeks and snot ran down his nostrils until he was forced to blow his nose. Wiping his face on his sleeve, he prepared to leave his office for the day, maybe the next day as well. It would depend on how the rest of the Squints handled the situation.
Hodgins sighed as he looked around the lab. It would never be the same. Who knew what Agent would be permanently assigned to the Jeffersonian now that Booth was gone. Since he had left, they had had numerous temporary partners that Brennan had managed to run off within a case. Rumor had it that one or two had asked to be transferred to other states because of the Squints. Jack smirked with delight at the fact that the Jeffersonian played a part in the weeding of useless Agents and would continue to be for a while…
The drive back to his apartment was a simple routine, something he did twice every day without thinking. Instead of going to do more research in his massive home office, Jack went to the game room that had a bar and drank until he passed out, just as he had done when his parents told him they weren't proud of his choice of a career.