You were going off to University. You stood in the living room with you stuff packed. Your dad gave you a massive pep talk about how he'd kill anyone who'd try hurt you and that you'd still need permission before getting a partner. Your mum had hugged you while balling her eyes out, squeezing you until you couldn't breathe. Now your little brother, Hobie, was looking at you. Hobie didn't want to seem fragile or weak but he really was going to miss you. Your dad nudged him forward and he slowly walked over.

"Finally leaving, dumbass..?"