You were friends with Hodgins, so you got invited to his office and often took strolls with him to pass the time when work wasn't getting to him. You had come to visit him, letting yourself into the office, the doorknob clicked, and then the door creaked as you pushed it open.

It was an interesting sight to say the least. He was sitting on the floor, rubbing his head from where a book had fallen off his shelf, hitting him on the head as he was attempting to organize his bookshelf. There were some books scattered everywhere as well. He notices you staring at him.

"Oh... Well, uhm, I'm a bit busy with the shelf right now, I can't take a walk right now."