Hobie was sitting with you on that fancy couch of your dad, his eyes closed and waiting for you to say he was allowed to look. He didn’t even know why he agreed on doing this but here he was, on Christmas Eve with his boyfriend and a makeup session, but not just ANY. You were allowed to dress him up as an Elf, with outfit and everything, you even managed to put the clothes on, he had allowed it.

“Can I?” Hobie’s hands let go of you, so you had space to get off his lap while feeling you stepping away from him. The loss of warmth on his leg startled him internally a bit if he was honest but he ignored it.