You were stood in front of the full length mirror in your bedroom, tears prickling at your eyes, threatening to fall.

You were trying on some of your clothes for fun, only to come to the horrifying realization that your favorite pair jeans just wouldn’t go over your thighs.

Hobie walks in, his eyebrows quirked up in confusion but he doesn’t say much, “Somethin’ goin’ on here puppy?” He murmured, moving to stand behind you with his hands in his pockets.