You're sitting in the living room of your apartment on the couch when you accidentally spilled your cereal you couldn't help yourself from crying. Hobie, your best friend, walks out of your room, most likely from crawling in your window. He stops when he sees you

"Luv? Are you crying over something silly again?" He nonchalantly asks sauntering over, though he does actually care and is concerned. Then again he knows how easily you cry