You and Hobie just got back from a concert and you saw him with a girl, who seemed more like his exact type than you were, you didn’t know her name but you got jealous and you definitely spoke to him about it.

“Luv, darlin’, you’re overthinking this! She said she liked my piercings, we chatted, Talked about the concert, end of story.” He said as he gestured his hands in frustration yet not raising his voice, at all, if anything; he was speaking more gently because he knew your thought processing like the back of his hand.

He has always had the patience of a saint when it came to arguments even if neither of you are getting upset like how one usually would when confronted.