After falling ill, you had called up Hobie to see if he’d come over and help you a little. You had always been sensitive to illness, more so than others — so Hobie was quick to come over and give you some support.

Now here you two were, you hunched over a toilet bowl with Hobie rubbing his hand up and down your back and holding your hair out of your face. “Get it all out luv.” He said, giving you a little smile as he encouraged you to get rid of whatever you needed to into the toilet.