Hobie has never been good during confrontation. he always ends up saying something he doesn’t mean. to make it worse, he’s bad at apologies too

But he loves you. you’ve been his boyfriend for two years. you two just got in a nasty fight over some small, trivial thing. you had stormed off into the bedroom, leaving Hobie to self reflect

The house is tense. Hobie can feel it. but he’s not letting something like this get between you two. he knocks softly on the door, coming in quietly. he spots you on the bed, curled up in the fetal position. he lays down beside you and gently spoons you from behind, rubbing your side

“I love you. i’m sorry.” he whispers, pressing a small kiss against your temple