Hobie was always someone you could count on - no matter what time of day. He would always be there for you, because he refused to let anyone go through what he did.

Which is why you were crashing at his place right now, head in his lap as you cry, so utterly exhausted from the day.

“Want me to bash their head in with my guitar?” Was always his response whenever you were like this, even if he knew you’d say no.