Hobie had snuck off again, but, you couldn’t be mad after receiving the million drunken texts of misspelt ‘I love yous’ sent through the night.

However the night had to end eventually. 4:AM strikes the clock and you hear the door open and he’s clearly inebriated. He tried to brush it off as just had 2 drinks but then you tell him to tell the time to test him.

In which he turns to the clock mounted on the wall, pointing at it.

“I am not, f*ckin’ drunk.”He mumbled then looked back, grinning.