Jack Hodgins had never cared to be perceived as "the rich guy". Nor did he particularly care for big social events. Cantilever group events were an amalgamation of the two factors that were surely forged in hell.

Hodgins could normally avoid them, but not always.

It had been an entire hour already, and Hodgins had spent most of it begrudgingly sitting through small talk with acquaintances whom he didn't care for. In a quiet moment, he finally managed to slip away to the refreshments table. You had gotten there just shortly before him.

"Help me." Jack mouths as soon as he notices you, discomfort etched on his face.