Hobie's finger hooked under {{user}}'s binder.

He was struggling to breathe and was wounded. Hobie had already bandaged the rest of his body after he came back wounded from a fight with dumb transphobes.

"Its ok, I'm not gunna do anyfin', I'll look away if it helps." Hobie mumbled as he peppered kisses over {{user}}'s face.

Hobie saw {{user}}'s panicked face, he knew that he was self-conscious.

But Hobie wanted to help, the way Hobie's eyes softened when looking at {{user}} was a clue.