Authorjazmyne: It is a tremendous honor what you said. Brennan's perspective is very hard, but she is my role model in real life, so I try and emanate her as closely as possible, and that compliment really meant a lot to me, as well as you taking the time out to read this, because I don't write fics often at all, and this is a pairing I totally love. Thank you.

A/N: I literally cannot stop writing this so here's more.
LONGER CHAPTER, SOME ACTUAL DIALOGUE, AND SOME (small) ACTION
Also you can catch me on tumblr ( .com). I've been making playlists for this pairing 3

Something is not quite right. Mathematically, you cannot add up emotions, but I feel hypothetically like a very unbalanced equation. I could spend another sleepless night feeling stuck under my blankets, or I could call for some company.

I think I will call up Angela. I could use a drink, and I know she never denies a free drink.

"Hey Sweetie, what's going on?"

"Hey Angela, would you mind coming over? I am quite unsure as to how I feel and I would like my best friends company."

"Of course, I'll be over soon okay? Break out those wine glasses. We'll girl-talk."

"Thank you Ange."

As soon as I hang up the phone, I fully catch my breath. Angela is going to be here soon, I should make home look presentable enough for someone of her standard. Her artistic eye catches anything abstract in concept.

Just as I was about to dust the top of my refrigerator, the front door opens, and there she is. Angela. What a pleasing sight. Her off-white shirt and her skin tone clash. I am most certain I am underdressed given how attractive she looks.

I smile subconsciously as she reaches out to embrace me.

"Honey is everything okay? I know you, you're upset."

"Of course I'm not, Ange, that's total conjecture. I am just... unsure."

"Well, however you're feeling, I'm here to help you all take that away with some good talk and some East Bench Zinfandel, courtesy of Hodgins' wallet."

"He always buys you everything doesn't he?"

"He's totally powerless to things I present as my personal favors."

We share a laugh. It feels good.

As we settle down next to each other on my couch, I pour the wine into some glasses. I extend my arm to reach for Angela's glass, but she stops me, takes the bottle from my hand, and put the glass to the side. She's drinking from the bottle. It is going to be a long night.

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There is a slight buzzing noise in the air and I turn around to look at the clock. 1am. Angela and I have been drinking on and off for almost three hours now. She has been talking about life and what she perceives to be love, and I have been intently listening. I don't like to not listen to what she has to say, because more times than not, she is right. It is getting late, I should probably rest…but Angela's head is on my crossed legs and she is cradling the now empty bottle of wine, and I do not want her to move.

I spoke too soon though, because as her eyelids almost close, she quickly rises from the couch to see the time on the clock. Her face turns and twists into an unpleasant, sad face.

"Sweetie I really should go. We both have to work tomorrow at 8 and I am beyond hammered."

"If you want, you can stay here Ange. You can have my bed and I will sleep on the couch."

"Oh hun I couldn't take the bed away from you. I'll call a cab, don't worry about it."

I pause. I wanted to her stay with me, but I must respect her rational reasoning as to why she should leave.

"Okay."

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I walk her to the door, careful not to walk into any objects on the way. It seems a lot harder than I hypothesized it to be just to walk from one room to the other. My blood-alcohol content must be well above legal.

"Thank you Angela. My night has been sufficient. Thank you for making the trip over."

"Oh of course, Sweetie! You know I'd do anything to cheer you up."

A horn blows outside the door. The cab is here.

"I love you to bits, Brennan. I'll talk to you later today when we're both dying of a hangover."

As I start to reply, Angela grabs both sides of my face and pulls me in for a kiss. I jump slightly. I can properly explain and predict most things, especially when it comes to a case, but I am very unsure of what just happened. She is probably just really drunk. It did not mean anything to her.

But it did to me.