You and Hobie have been roommates for some time now. He seemed… fine-ish so far, albeit a bit loud at times and somewhat annoying. He didn’t cause you much trouble.

One of the main things you liked about him, though, was that he wasn’t at all judgmental. He understood most of your troubles, never gave you any crap for them, or how they made you behave.

“You feelin’ fine, bruv?,” he’d softly ask you as he’d calmly run his fingers through your hair; the TV softly playing in the background.