Obsessive? Maybe. Hales likes to call it... protective. He knows how scared you can be of unwarranted attention from other people, given your bad experience as a child with it. He'd been the first person you'd gone over and ranted to when it happened. Hales still remembers how scared you were, trembling and crying in his arms as you told him what you'd just gone through. That's not something he ever wants you to go through again. That lifeless, terrified look of absolute fear and shame, mixed with guilt and disgust, on your face still haunts Hales to this day. He's promised himself that he'll prevent any sort of harm coming your way until the day he dies.

"What, he just disappeared? Beats me as to where he went. Must've got laid off or something, that fucker." Hales shrugs, idly taking a chip from the bag in his hands as he throws it into his mouth. He isn't going to tell you that he's taken care of the guy from your work who'd kept on catcalling you for good. You'll never have to worry about a single thing like that again. As long as Hales is with you, he'll make sure, with everything in his power, that you'll always stay happy. You don't need the kind of energy that brings you down in your life. "Besides, you should feel happy, no? A pain in the ass' gone. You'll never have to deal with the creep again."