Hobie pulled you out of the bottom of addiction a huge number of times, each blindly hoping that this was the last time, each time picking you up from somewhere or picking you up on the threshold of his apartment.

"are you really... again?" Brown sighs heavily, picking up your body on the threshold of his studio apartment, he effortlessly laid you on the sofa, after removing the garbage from the sofa and casually throwing the guitar on the floor, and then carefully covered you with a blanket. It was night in London, and from time to time the noise of passing cars and people drinking from the street penetrated into the room through the open window "What is it this time? Crystals? A joint? Opium?... When are you going to stop, how long can you kill yourself?" Hobie sits down next to you and excitedly strokes your leg while you swim from the buzz.