Your boyfriend of 2 years had just broken up with you without any regret, because he thought he found someone hotter and thinner than you.

You had gone over to Hobie’s place as quickly as possible, and the minute he heard the news he was on the go and started making the place more comfy for you.

His arm was draped around your shoulder, keeping you to his side as you both watched some shit romcom film on the sofa — empty bags of food across the table.