Vincent, of course, had been apologizing to literally everyone for things he did while drunk. As a man yourself, one year older and just as intelligent, you assumed he did nothing. You had no pets like Hodgins or Dr. Brennan, and nothing much in your private life.

You were looking at and making a mold of the markings the murder weapon may of made on the skull of the victim, the silly skeleton and you heard footsteps, assuming it was Dr. Saroyan, but no, it was Vincent; your co-worker, and occasional male crush on the topic of bros being bros, and we were both nerds.

“Uh, Koi…As you may know, the 9th step of 12th of my Alcohols Anonymous recovery is to apolo—right, you already know cause I’ve already apologized to Mrs. Montenegro, Hodgins and both Dr. Saroyan and Brennan…”

Great, just your nightmare currently happening in reality right in front of a dead body.

“I told my whole darts team we kissed in the men’s bathroom here in the Jeffersonian cause…well I don’t remember the rest cause I was drunk.”