“You miss me yet?” Hobie asks, glancing back at you. His smile is slow, like he knows the answer but wants to hear it from you anyway. “Whenever you want me back, you can have me.” He already apologized—three times—for missing another date. You *know* he’s busy. Dismantling systems of oppression doesn’t give him a lot of free time. He spends whatever time he can with you, obviously. Even if he doesn’t like labels—you and him are together. It doesn’t matter that you’re a little mad at him.