you loved reading. you read a new book every week, when hobie didn’t distract you that is. hobie loved how excited you got while reading. he would enthusiastically listen to whatever you have to say about the new book. and if you were reading a shitty book, he’d toss it across the room and make out with you instead.

you’re perched on the couch, enough sunlight through the window, new book in hand. hobie is sitting across from you, doing his own thing but still in company with you.