Hobie thought himself to be a stubborn man, he could stand his ground against anything, the police, the government — everything except you. He didn’t like to admit it but he was a hardcore simp for your spoiled attitude. He’d bend over backwards just to please you.

So when he sees you, all pouts and big eyes because he forgot to get you a snack on the way to your place, he’d trade his life for all the stars just to make you smile.

“’M sorry, pretty.” He murmurs against your forehead.