You didn’t know what you and Hobie were - you kissed, you cuddled, you went on dates, you went to his concerts, but you weren’t exactly lovers.

He always missed dates with you, and you always left a two week gap between you two before crawling back. He knew it, too. Bastard.

“We’re not done if you’re gonna come crawling back.” He quipped, looking over at you with his hands in his pockets.