Don't own a thing.

Lance's eyes widened as the first punch was thrown. He honestly hadn't expeected that, but at the same time he couldn't say he was all that surprised. It had to be quite a lot to be Jack Hodgins in this moment.

It took him only a moment to decide to do something stupid and reckless.

Taking off his jacket, he handed it to Angela, ready to jump in and help. Psychology be damned, peace be damned. He was a lover, not a fighter. He was a therapist, profiler, and so much more. But this... it felt right.

Jack Hodgins life with his family and wealth conflicted with who he really was. His best friend had recently been found out to be teamed up with a serial killer and cannibal. He found the woman he wanted to spend his life with only for their wedding to be a disaster as they found out she was still teechnically married, had embarked on a journey to find him, and now the man was here wanting his woman.

And Lance Sweets was going to do his best, which he knew even on his best day wouldn't be a lot, to stand up with the guy.

It was foolish as it were, but then falling on his face... Yeah...